I made a difference
Not to go into major detail here but my mother has been gone 11 years this past March. When she passed I kind of counted all her items she had in the family home as gone, since my sister was living there and (I thought) she was given the OK by mom to sell whatever needed to pay off bills. Well, just last April I went down there to poke through some photo albums and things I had left behind in the house to see about packing and shipping since the family home is to be sold..
well my sister hands me our mom's will, and in it she willed everything in the home to ME.
She sprung this on me when I only had 4 days to get whatever squared away. FOUR DAYS. Arrgh, I can't even tell you how torqued I am just thinking about it even now.
The house was filled with antique furniture, knick nacks, jewelry, pictures, records, etc etc etc. There was even a bag of my mom's hair that I guess my sister cut off just before mom had her first radiation treatment. My sister had always told me she wanted that hair to make a wig for herself *she suffers from Alopecia* but nope, the hair was mine too apparently.
After much thought I remembered working with a girl who had gotten her hair cut and donated it to an organization called Locks of Love. I found the website and printed off the donation form. Under "Donor" I wrote a small story as to where the hair came from. That my mother had passed from cancer in 1998 and i had recently come across the hair. It was clean and even in a ponytail. Mom had hair down past her butt at one time.
So last week I get a laminated card in the mail. On the front read : In Memory of her mother Dolores Ulbright, Stacey went to great lengths to help a child. I stood at the mailbox and sobbed. In fact even now as I type this I'm tearing up. Even 11 years after her death she was able to make a difference in someone's life.
Way to go Mom!
well my sister hands me our mom's will, and in it she willed everything in the home to ME.
She sprung this on me when I only had 4 days to get whatever squared away. FOUR DAYS. Arrgh, I can't even tell you how torqued I am just thinking about it even now.
The house was filled with antique furniture, knick nacks, jewelry, pictures, records, etc etc etc. There was even a bag of my mom's hair that I guess my sister cut off just before mom had her first radiation treatment. My sister had always told me she wanted that hair to make a wig for herself *she suffers from Alopecia* but nope, the hair was mine too apparently.
After much thought I remembered working with a girl who had gotten her hair cut and donated it to an organization called Locks of Love. I found the website and printed off the donation form. Under "Donor" I wrote a small story as to where the hair came from. That my mother had passed from cancer in 1998 and i had recently come across the hair. It was clean and even in a ponytail. Mom had hair down past her butt at one time.
So last week I get a laminated card in the mail. On the front read : In Memory of her mother Dolores Ulbright, Stacey went to great lengths to help a child. I stood at the mailbox and sobbed. In fact even now as I type this I'm tearing up. Even 11 years after her death she was able to make a difference in someone's life.
Way to go Mom!