This is a picture of my mother and grandmother.
As I awoke this morning there was this constant tug at my spirit that I was to share with you the most difficult piece I have ever written among all of my blogs. I am being called by my Father to tell you about my mother’s love.
My Mom was a special creation. My stepfather would often say to me in remembering my Mom, “Kevin, when God made your mother, He threw away the mold. “He was right. Mom was to me a combination of being a counselor when I needed a listening ear, a nurse when I would fall and scrape my knee and need a band-aid and a woman of a rare internal beauty.
She taught herself how to paint landscapes from the art books she purchased. She would often go without many of the luxuries other women were…
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