trout
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Mom is passing away today. Three children, 17 grandchildren and 22 great grandchildren in 78 short years. She has been in hospice care for the last week. My wife, my sister, and BIL have been with me at her bedside. While the emotional swings are difficult, mom's final journey is like a marathon. As her faculties and strength fade, her body fights on.
She grew up as the youngest daughter of a homesteader in the mountains of central Pennsylvania. No electricity or running water. She married my father and they had three children. My older brother and I learned to hunt from our mother. As Dad did not have patience during hunting season and the meat supported us. Mom also deer hunted with her lever action Marlin 444. My brother and I followed her toting a 222 bolt action before graduating to a Marlin lever action 30-30.
My mom also taught me to fish for trout in limestone stream in front of our home. In the winter, she would awake hours before sunrise to drive me six miles upstream so that I could walk back downstream checking traps before school. As a child, she worked on the family farm and in the local orchards. As an adult, worked in a poultry processing plant, a shoe factory, and electronics manufacturing before becoming disabled from tuberculosis. Later in life, she supported the family as an antique dealer. There is fine line between antique and junk dealers.
Today marks 50 years after the Paris Accord ended the Vietnam war. A war where my father was an Army infantry soldier. While he survived the enemy, agent orange herbicide exposure likely caused his Parkinson's and Pancreatic Diseases. He passed on Veterans Day 2021. I wrote about him on this forum and received much needed prayers and support from many fine members here.
She loved the outdoors and my folks built a home in the mountains on a portion of her parents homestead. She taught youth and adult bible studies for over 50 years. She and my father started a volunteers in mission program after my father retired where they traveled extensively in the aftermath of natural disasters to rebuild homes and lives. My mother was kind, caring, and helpful especially for those less fortunate wherever she found them. Words of encouragement continued even after she was bed ridden. If you met my mother, she would ask about you with genuine concern and leave you with a blessing of faith, hope, and love. My prayer today is for each of us to encourage those we meet along our life's journey. Amen
She grew up as the youngest daughter of a homesteader in the mountains of central Pennsylvania. No electricity or running water. She married my father and they had three children. My older brother and I learned to hunt from our mother. As Dad did not have patience during hunting season and the meat supported us. Mom also deer hunted with her lever action Marlin 444. My brother and I followed her toting a 222 bolt action before graduating to a Marlin lever action 30-30.
My mom also taught me to fish for trout in limestone stream in front of our home. In the winter, she would awake hours before sunrise to drive me six miles upstream so that I could walk back downstream checking traps before school. As a child, she worked on the family farm and in the local orchards. As an adult, worked in a poultry processing plant, a shoe factory, and electronics manufacturing before becoming disabled from tuberculosis. Later in life, she supported the family as an antique dealer. There is fine line between antique and junk dealers.
Today marks 50 years after the Paris Accord ended the Vietnam war. A war where my father was an Army infantry soldier. While he survived the enemy, agent orange herbicide exposure likely caused his Parkinson's and Pancreatic Diseases. He passed on Veterans Day 2021. I wrote about him on this forum and received much needed prayers and support from many fine members here.
She loved the outdoors and my folks built a home in the mountains on a portion of her parents homestead. She taught youth and adult bible studies for over 50 years. She and my father started a volunteers in mission program after my father retired where they traveled extensively in the aftermath of natural disasters to rebuild homes and lives. My mother was kind, caring, and helpful especially for those less fortunate wherever she found them. Words of encouragement continued even after she was bed ridden. If you met my mother, she would ask about you with genuine concern and leave you with a blessing of faith, hope, and love. My prayer today is for each of us to encourage those we meet along our life's journey. Amen
I have not the words to ease your pain, i want to but been there and nothing folks say helped me, its a burden we all must suffer and hurt through, prayers for all of your family
