It’s only after we get older and perhaps the one who was our mother or mother figure has gone on to heaven that we really appreciate what she did for us in her life.

We do our best and God does the rest. He’s our instruction book.

Similar things could be said of fathers such as our husbands or father figures who raised children not even related to them as the man who raised me. He and my great-aunt taught me how to be self-sufficient, to trust in God and to do the very best I could do in whatever I tried.

I miss them, especially at this time of year. I miss my grandmother who taught me how to be a grandmother before I even became one. I miss my mother who loved me with all the love she had for me and it is only since her death I have realized the wisdom she had and what a great judge of character she was.

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