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A lot of us do not forget our mother, and for good reason. Should someone pose the same question to me that I have asked of you, I would never hesitate to talk when it comes to the most primary person in my life, my mother. I had two fathers, one that left when I was only a month old (he was not sure I was his son, and so he divorced my mom), and one that arrived when I was 5 (he had a 40-word vocabulary, 20 of which were cuss words). I did not realize until much later that he did not know various alien languages (he actually did recognise cuss words in at least three languages). It might be sad to confess that I have no idea who my father is, but in the dandier system of things, it does not genuinely matter all that much because he was never a portion of my life. My mother was. Both of my fathers provided examples of what not to do when being a husband, father and role model. Given the circumstances, one becomes what one sees, or one makes it a point to never become what one sees. I chose to ignore the fathers who never were. My mother apparently had a somewhat rocky start out in life, and was probably not the best mother a child could have had, but she became a fighter, for herself and her children. She suffered through two of her daughters preceding her in death, and often times said “It is a great life if you may stand to live it.” I was raised basically by my maternal grandparents for the primary 5 years of my life, and everything good that I original learned was from them. After living more than six decades I may tell you without qualification that my grandparents were the salt of the earth. They started out as farmers in Illinois before the turn of the century and moved north to Michigan when farming became impossible. They were Midwest stock, always recognized and honored God, and whatsoever homespun wisdom I have came from watching them very carefully, and always loving them as they loved me. That said, my mother was the greatest backer that I ever had. She loved me when I was not lovable, in spite of my errors and shortcomings. She stood by me and fought for me when others would not. She encouraged me, furnished me, and believed in me. My mother was a study in self-improvement, she genuinely worked her entire life attempting to become a better person, and spend the last 30 years of her life, in my judgment, getting close to an angel here on earth. In the end, she was not self-centered or self-absorbed but naturally served others with love and compassion. She became an unbelievable woman, and a great deal of were saddened on the day of her passing. She was not a movie star, she was not famous, and she was not rich. She merely had the most primary occupation in the world, she was a mother. She was the only one who could ease her son in his most distraught times, like when his primary love in high school found another, and he thought his heart would never again be whole. There will have to have been 40 flower arrangements at her funeral, and one was a finelooking (although artificial) purple and yellow arrangement. I brought that arrangement back from Michigan with me 12 years ago, and to this day, it sits besides me at my office in Tacoma (WA). My mother is never more than an arm’s reach away from me. Shortly after her funeral I was passing through a religious articles store that a Catholic order of nuns was closing down. There I found a metal of Saint Mildred, an obscure Catholic saint from the middle ages. My mother was not Catholic, but her name was Mildred, and that metal has been around my neck, day and night, for 12 years, in honor of her. As a father and grandfather, my message to all mothers is to love your spouse, love your children, love your family, and nevertheless routine you feel your existence may now and then be, do not forget that your most primary mission in life is to be a mother. There will be no dandier calling, and there will be no more outstanding reward. Your bequest is established, and your love will not be forgotten by those you love and serve. They will love you evermore as you have loved them. May God Bless You and Your Family this Wonderful Day, (I love you Mom) Copyright © 2007 Ed Bagley Most helpful customer reviews 3 of 3 people found the following review helpful. The Cardinal’s choice was a wise one. Monsignor Oder teamed up with the professional writer-editor Saverio Gaeta and the outcome is a splendid volume containing first hand details of the more personal aspects of Pope John Paul’s life and spirituality ——and much more. There are three chapters: The Man, The Pope and The Mystic. The authors had access to a wide range of documents, letters and resources in addition to written material, published and unpublished, by the Pope. While many readers might be acquainted with his devotion to the scapular and the influence of Jan Tyranowski, his devotion to the saints should be an inspiration to all. Closest to his heart, amongst those he canonized, was Santa Maria Faustina Kowalska whose Diary contains revelations of the Divine Mercy. As a seminarian and laborer in a factory near Lagiewniki he often visited her grave. Yet he never met her; she died in 1938. He beatified Sister Faustina in 1993 and canonized her in the year 2000. Pope John Paul died on the vigil of Divine Mercy Sunday (2005) and was beatified on Divine Mercy Sunday, 2011, in the presence of an enormous flag waving crowd. The only banner visible during the rite of beatification was one bearing the words ” Deo Gratias” which floated off into the blue borne aloft by red balloons. His pontificate was marked by a deep Marian spirituality which included visits to several Marian shrines including those in Poland, Fatima and Guadalupe. In addition, his positive references to the apparitions of the Virgin Mary in Medjugorje are included although he never visited this shrine. These apparitions began shortly after the attempt on his life in 1981. The book includes a few captivating pages on the Pope’s encounters with Padre Pio (whom he also beatified and canonized). This work by Monsignor Oder and Saverio Gaeta is a great addition to books written by Pope John Paul and other earlier biographies. |
Pope John Paul II : Why he is a saint
