This Is NOT Goodbye

Of all the memories that come into my mind of Tricia, my mother, the one that comes to mind the most is from Mrs. Howe's third grade class, Legacy Elementary, Fort Worth, Texas. This was before Clay, and I remember it was around Christmas time. My whole class was expected to bring something for a Christmas party, we were having that day. Money was a little tight back then, and mom was having to work a lot of hours as a secretary in downtown Fort Worth, so she didn't have time to make any of her normal Christmas candy. The night before, she came home with a couple of huge bags of assorted hard candies: cinnamon drops, butterscotches, peppermints. She also brought home three huge latching candy jars, she filled one for me, one for my sister, and one to take to work with her. My sister, if I remember, took hers to school, but mom didn't really trust me with breakable objects, (Hey, I was eight) so she told me, she would bring it to me in time for the party.

Now listen, those of you who have lived, and worked in Fort Worth, know how difficult the drive, could be in those days, (Hell it's difficult today) and mom only had that pitiful, little Ford Escort. You know what, she made it. I was looking at the door when she walked in, she was wearing a red sweater, and looking rather pretty. She took off work, at a job that was our only source of steady income, other support was sporadic at best. Tricia took off work probably an hour before she got there, though if any of you have ridden with mom when she drove, you know she probably broke the speed limit a few times. I wonder, which of her older brothers taught her to drive, or was it her older sister? My mother did that, just to make it to my third-grade class's Christmas party; on time.

That was just one example of the kind of mother, the kind of person, Tricia could be. When it came to her kids, my sister, and myself, no sacrifice seemed beyond her. Years later I came to realize, that those were some truly rough times for my mother. I found out later, through conversations with Clay, that she barely ate in those days, she survived only on coffee and faith, just so me and my sister could have something to eat. I thank God, that Clay came into our lives about then, because I do believe, he saved my mother's life.

There are, but few words that come to mind when I think of my mother. Her fiery temper, her selfless devotion, and willingness to sacrifice for her family. Her mother, her brothers and sisters, their kids, her kids, her grandkids whether they were blood or not, she loved all her family. If they needed her, Tricia would not hesitate to try and help any of those she loved. I wager most of you, can remember times, when she did the best she could to help you.

If any of you remember anything about my mother, you will remember her fiery temper. Fiery is one word, I would use to describe my mother, another term that I prefer, is PASSIONATE. Tricia was passionate about everything she did, whether it was helping her family, doing her job, even her recreation time was passionate for her. She took up bowling, in her late thirties, early forties, and she got so good at it she started getting invitations from professional bowlers to compete in PRO/AM tournaments.

They are such insignificant things: words; they never effectively convey the depth of feelings we want to share. Words such as: Selfless, Loving, PASSIONATE; these terms are the vehicles through which, I will remember my mother, for the rest of my life. I pray in the name of Jesus Christ, that her grandchildren, and all the younger generation inherit these words, and use them as they move through this life.

We are all radiant beings, the Spirit and Soul of Tricia, no longer needs her body, fore she has spread her wings. Make no mistake, what we see, what we touch, makes up not even ten percent of our universe. Tricia lives, she no longer needs the anchor of her body, she has become one with something greater, what name you choose to give it, matters not! One day I WILL meet her again, and this is NOT goodbye!