Every year she would create a spread that out surpassed the one before. That in itself is amazing, but when you add in that many times she had worked a twelve hour shift and sometimes hadn't slept for two or three days, well, this woman is a super hero in my eyes. All she wanted in return was to be surrounded by her family. That we gladly provided.
Twelve years ago my father-in-law, the love of her life, passed away. Our family traditions continued, albeit a little more somber, but we were all there to keep the family ties strong.
My husband is her youngest and the only one who lived in the same town. So when we decided to move to a town fifty miles away, the family home became filled with memories and too lonely for her. Last year she sold and moved to a comfortable home my sister-in-law had built for the two of them.
As I reflect on the holiday season, I am thankful for the thirty years of family traditions, her unwavering love, and God's many blessings.
Live is good!