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Memories of Mom

Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said,
"I'm tired,
and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches
for the next day's lunches. Rinsed out the popcorn
bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper
the
following evening , checked the cereal box levels,
filled the sugar container,
put spoons and bowls on
the
table and started the coffee pot for brewing the
next morning.

She then put some wet clothes in the dryer, put a load
of clothes into the wash,
ironed a shirt and secured a
loose button. She picked up the game pieces left on
the table and put the telephone book back
into
the drawer.
She watered the plants , emptied a
wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the
bedroom . She stopped by the desk
and wrote a note
to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip,
and
pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair.
She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed
and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for
the grocery store.
She put both near her purse.

Mom then washed her face with 3 in 1 cleanser,
put on her Night Solution &age fighting moisturizer.
brushed and flossed her teeth and filed her nails.
Dad called out, "I
thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put
the
cat outside, then made sure
the doors were locked.
She looked in on each of the kids and turned out
their bedside lamp, hung up a
shirt, threw some
dirty socks in the hamper, and had a brief
conversation with
the one up still doing homework.

In her own room, she set the alarm, laid out
clothing for the next day,
straightened up the shoe rack.
She added three things to her 6 most important things
to do list.
She said her prayers, and visualized the
accomplishment of her goals.
About
that time, Dad turned off the TV and announced
to no one in particular. "I'm
going to bed."
And he did......without another thought.

I
could never fill my
Mom's shoes. To me
she was everything.
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