Saturday, October 26, 2019
Eulogy for Mother :: Eulogies Eulogy
Eulogy for Mother My brother, my sister and I had adopted a cat. We told our mom that we would take care of it, and feed it. Of course you know what happened. Our mom ended up taking care of it and feeding it. We told our mom the cat's name was Tiger. T i g e r. Now, if youââ¬â¢re Molly and you are originally from Trenton New Jersey, T i g e r is pronounced Tagger. In the morning to call the cat we would take our turns calling, "Here, Tiger, Tiger, Tiger, The cat would not come. Then we would wait for our mom to show up in her nightgown and call the cat. She'd call, "Here Tagger Tagger Tagger" and the cat would come. That is a humorous tale about my mom, but it is so typical of her life. The first thing she thought about when she woke up was meeting someone else's needs, not her own. She was feeding our cat. All of us in the family including myself would ask her to do things for us. Mom can you wash this, mom can you cook this, mom cam I borrow some money. She never hesitated to serve her family. She never said, "I'm to busy," or "I have to do this," or any other excuse. That cat would only come when she called it, because my mother knew how to talk and touch people's hearts. That cat responded, as so many other people have to her compassion. She had a compassionate heart. There was room for everybody, no exclusions. Just like Jesus. My Dad told me how he met my mom. They met at a dance at the YMCA in Trenton, New Jersey. While dancing, my dad stepped on her feet. Instead of apologizing for stepping on her feet my dad said, "I guess your just learning how to dance." My mom just looked at my dad and said, "yes Iââ¬â¢m just learning." Not until later in their relationship did my dad find out that my mom had won dance contests. Another funny story, and if you knew my mom you appreciated her sense of humor and her love of laughter; but another example of how she led her life. Instead of saying something mean she put the burden on herself. And now I will tell you about all the times my mom said mean things to me and other people.
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