Remembering my momma

Lately, little things have been triggering memories of my momma, so I thought I'd share some of them here.

Like today for instance, my brother-in-law shared a picture of my momma on Facebook with a really sweet message and a memory about her homemade poppy seed cake. This brought back a memory of my own. My mom had this amazing recipe for poppy seed cake. She made it every once in awhile, and when she did she made a few loaves of it. One or two for us, and extras for our family friends or for people who needed it. The last time she did this I was really young, but now thinking back on it and remembering the smile on her face when she left to take the other ones she made to people, it made me realize something. My momma was so selfless. She never put herself first, when it came to making poppy seed cake or anything else.

I also remember how close she was with my her dad, my Grampa. Besides her husband and children, my Grampa meant the most to my mom. She called him every day to see how he was doing, and when he could he'd come out to our house to visit with her and read the Bible to her and pray over her. It was like her own personal Church service because after awhile she could no longer move to get into a car. I can remember so many times when I would walk by and see him holding her hand while she lay in bed and praying over her with his head bowed. It was one of the most touching sights I'd ever seen. That a father could do that for his daughter is one of the most amazing kinds of love there is if you ask me. I only hope my husband someday can be that loving to our daughter.

I've also shared other good memories of my momma in previous blog posts. For some reason, every time I remember the good things about my mom, I end up crying, sad, or teary-eyed. I guess the reason for this is because thinking of the good memories always reminds me that she's gone and I can't make any new good memories with her. I wish I could stop thinking like that, but it's easier said than done. I think it's been getting easier with time, because I'm sad about it a lot less than I used to be. I don't know though, I guess only time will tell what happens.