Eulogy for Mother :: Eulogies Eulogy

Eulogy for Motherthither is an old Yiddish proverb, when the heart is full, the eyes overflow. And so it is the case when we try to essence up and honor my breeds life. My mother was a difficult, laughable and complex woman. She loved her daughters, Barbara, Wendy and myself, her sons-in law, Marty, John and David, her grandchildren Kenny, Cory and her stepgrandchildren, Mandy and Taryn, But if she loved her children, she absolutely love her husband, my father. My Father was the truly abiding center and great passion of my mothers life, as she was his, and knowing that they were coming up on their one-sixtieth anniversary only just barely gives you a glimpse at the strength of their love. My mother was not big on verbal or physical expressions of her love, but rather she showed us with her actions. And she often used forage as a way of showing her love. She was a very sound cook at many foods but she was an extraordinary cook when it came to special(prenominal) dishes. Like he r spaghetti sauce. Most of you here might have met my mother aft(prenominal) she retired from spaghetti sauce making, but she used to cook sauce for three eld in a 20 quart army pot. Then she would stuff it into quart containers for her children and her own use. Whe neer we came to visit her, we would go home on the sail with a shopping bag filled with frozen containers. We felt pitiful for those who were not so fortunate as to have the spaghetti sauce business leader for a mother. Her Jello pie was famous in our household- whenever we came down we could always await on one there. God have mercy on us when all three of us were there with only one jello pie. And my aunty Harriet, my mothers sister, who loved my mother very much, was never jealous in spite of the fact that my mother could so dexterously make this pie, while my Aunts could never stay put. My Aunt understood my mothers talents. Years ago, when I was 16 I got mono. It was a whole thing. My sister came over, I was taken by ambulance to the hospital and when they brought me home, I didnt seem to have an appetite. During the nights of fever she would come in to my bedroom, change the sweat soaked sheets, and put me back to bed.