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Remembering My Mother
It's hard to believe it's been two years since I lost my mother.
Growing up I was the baby of three girls— Debbie, Donna, and (Me) Dianne.
Mama was the center of my universe! I was pretty spoiled, I guess, but she
loved us girls with all her heart & soul, as did my daddy.
In 1973 my oldest sister Debbie was killed in an auto accident at only 17 years old.
Our family was crippled with pain and grief, and we didn’t think mama would ever be
the same. But because of our strong faith (and a peace that surpasses all understanding),
in time, we went on to be happy and lived life the best we could without Debbie.
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Years later my sister and I got married and had our own kids.
Both of my parents came alive again when grand babies arrived! Memories of those
days are so special to me. I’m especially thankful that our kids grew up with devoted,
loving grandparents. To this day they are filled with amazing memories of their Nannie
and Pop that will be with them for the rest of their lives.
What my parents chose to have written on their headstones was &ldquot;the parents of Deborah, Donna & Dianne.&rdquot;
We were the most important things in their lives. That hit me so hard after my mom passed away.
They wanted to be remembered for that above anything else.
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I wish so badly that I could spend Mother's day with my mom now.
For all of you out there who still have your mom here's a tip: It's not about the gift.
(I know strange coming from a gift shop owner, right?) It's about spending (unrushed) time with her.
Happy Mother’s Day to all of you moms out there; you do God's most important work!
–Dianne
(In memory of my mom and dad—Helen and Hubert Satterfield)
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