I want to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart for your messages of sympathy over the death of my mother.
Mom's obituary HERE
At last count, there were 343 comments and roughly 150 emails, all from readers here, and I read each and every one of them. I can't even begin to tell you how much they meant to me. In contrast, I got exactly two contacts from my blood family, one from my girl cousin in Missouri who was genuinely concerned about me, and the other from an uncle on my Dad's side who was just fishing for information which warrants a separate post a little later.
One of the emails really touched me, and I'm glad she finally found peace through my words.
Posted with her permission:
Dear Ken,
My Mother was never very fond of me, and she managed to instill that feeling in my brother and sister. No abuse, just constant denigration. The three of them were masters of the put-down. She passed more than 20 years ago.
You asked that we take the time to reflect on our Mothers. So, I did just that. I sat down on my porch at sunset on a chilly Texas night, I thought long and hard. At 66 years of age, I was finally able to accept it without an ounce, or even a gram, of bitterness. Between your prompt and the view below, I finally felt relief. Even my husband noticed the difference.
I offered up my thanks to your Mom. But I needed to thank you as well. With all my heart. You, and your Mom, made a difference.
With much appreciation,
-Anne.
Wow. You're very welcome, Anne. I'm glad it helped and I'm grateful you took a few minutes to let me know.
Again, thank you one and all. Words do matter.
