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  • Vikki and the inspiration that came

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    6 posts, 4 voices, 1274 views, started May 5, 2011

    Posted on Thursday, May 5, 2011 by Cheekymonkey

    • Going on vikki’s beautiful re posting I thought it would be great if we posted something about our mothers. Vikki please feel free to post here again. I think our mothers made us so much of who we are today and I’d so love to read them.

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          Vikki Hall wrote May 6, 2011
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          My mom was such a wonderful caring person. She had so many people in the neighborhood that loved her. She was that person in the neighborhood that would leave her backyard open so the kids could play on the swings she had for the grandkids.

          Even tho it has been almost 4 years since she passed I still gets calls, emails or notes reminding me of how much of an impact my mom had on someone.

          She was intelligent and thoughtful,compassionate and silly, warm and loving. She was my mom!

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          Vikki Hall wrote May 6, 2011
        • Eva it sounds like your mom is an awesome woman!

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          Cheekymonkey wrote May 6, 2011
        • Eva, I still hope you will post your tribute I would love to read it.

          My mother, was beautiful. Inside and out. Her name was Anita the 2nd oldest in 7 kids. She had jet black hair and her coloring was fair. Irish. She gave me such wonderful memories of my childhood, all the parties I do for my own kids and now my nieces and nephews are memories I’m passing on from her. Heck she even through me a may day party with the pole and ribbons!
          She was witty, funny, wacky, and cheeky but her heart was always open.
          Her nick name was spooky only because you never knew what off the wall funny situation she would get into. ( think Lucelle Ball but dial it up a few notches)
          I’d like to share a mild store,
          We have a cabin up by Kalispell Montana ( still own that one) and every year our family and another close family would go spend a couple weeks.
          Well , my dad hated pierced ears and said only floozy’s had them. ( I was about 12) anyway Barb and my mom went into town and came back smacking on bubble gum, lips bright fire engiene red lip stick on, mini skirts, heels and both had their ears pierced!!!! They were a site, I’ll never forget my dad laughing so hard and him chasing her and once caught carrying her and throwing her in the lake off the pier.
          I can only tell you my mother did many fun wacky things and this was smaller by a long shot!
          She taught me to have fun and to experience life with gusto and laughter.
          When my mom was diagnosed with MS it changed her alot. Something died inside her that couldn’t be repaired so I always thank my mom for her spirit and fight before but for her words later on when she and I were sitting one afternoon it was one of the rare moments she had just had her hair done and she look at me and told me never ever stop fighting for if you do you can’t come back no matter how your heart wants to. Your the strongest one in this family  my light and you need to always be.

          I’ve only shared that with my husband till today. Because for a while I was mad at her for not fighting. But in her way she did by passing streagth to me.
          She never got to be the grandma she would have been but after my son was born she would hold him for hours and with Mellisa whom she saw only a hand ful of times she would hold her hand and smile.
          My mother gave me joy, love, and the ability to be compassionate to others. But most of all she past on a strength that maybe she knew I’d need.

          I lost my mom 13 years ago right before Easter and a day doesn’t go by that I don’t think of her.
          So, that is my mom Anita.
          And I’m proud to be her daughter.

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