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In Memory of Mom

If I were hanged on the highest hill,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose love would follow me still,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were drowned in the deepest sea,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

I know whose tears would come down to me,

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

If I were damned of body and soul,  

I know whose prayers would make me whole,  

Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!

Rudyard Kipling

 (I post this each Mother’s Day.)

My Mom died on Easter Sunday in 1984, age 48.  Her second bout with breast cancer took her life, she having survived a first round in 1972.  She told me at that time that she asked God to spare her life until her two boys, my brother and I, were settled in life, and so He did.

Mom had fiery red hair and a tempestuous temperament to match.  When she was a child one of her colleagues at school made the mistake of chanting at her “Fox in the bread box, eating all the cheese!”, and Mom clocked her.  Growing up it was a rare day when I didn’t receive at least one slap, which I had always earned, and one hug, which I rarely earned.  Mom always wore her heart on her sleeve and that fact brought excitement to my life while growing up which I greatly enjoyed.

Mom was a talker.  My laconic father said on occasion that Mom did the talking for both of them and I think that was true.  My brother, who had both Mom’s hair and disposition, also liked to talk and so did I.  When the three of us got going it was an interesting melding of three non-stop monologues.

Mom was also a reader, and she helped instill a love of reading in me.  When I was in fourth grade I read H.G. Wells’ Outline of History.  Mom was somewhat concerned because she knew of Wells’ skepticism of Christianity.  I told Mom that I understood Wells’ bias against Christianity and it would have no impact on me.  Mom never again had any concern about the books that I read that were very advanced for my years.  Her trust in me now that I look back on it was quite touching.

Mom was no shrinking violet.  She always stood up for her family and what she believed in.  I have always been fortunate to have strong ladies around me who have helped me through this Vale of Tears and Mom set the mold for me.

Mom was Newfie Irish and she taught us all the old Irish and Newfie songs.  She always loved Newfoundland and I will always remember our 1967 trip there.  Simultaneously she became a patriotic American and one of her proudest days was when she became a naturalized citizen.  She instilled in me a fierce love of country that was not the least of her many gifts to me.

Mom loved to argue and debate and she passed this on to me.  Mom would have made a formidable attorney, as I mentioned to her on occasion.

Her greatest gift to me was the Faith.  Some people pay lip service to the Faith, or make it a thing of  the Head rather than the Heart.  Not my Mom!  Her Catholicism was at her core, a manifestation of her love of Christ.  When the story of the Passion was told in a television program Mom would sometimes weep, as would I.  She made sure that we never missed Mass and taught us to say our prayers.  Dad was a Protestant but had no opposition to our Catholicism and Mom made the religious decisions for the family.

Some loves are simply too deep for words and that was the love shared by my Mom and Dad.  They yelled at each other on occasion, with the normal minor fights that come into the best of marriages, but they laughed a lot more.  When I was very young my Mom threw a cup of coffee at my Dad and then walked around the block.  By the time she came back they were both laughing at the incident.  Mom and Dad set such an example of love, and made it appear so normal and matter of fact, that I was honestly surprised when I learned that all married couples did not share this type of love.

I think one of the happiest days of my Mom’s life was when I got married to my bride.  My Mom managed the whole thing and she was in her glory.  This was on December 18, 1982.  When my bride and I visited my parents over Christmas she revealed to me that the breast cancer had returned.  Neither she nor my Dad mentioned it because they did not want to put a damper on my wedding.

Mom now had a year and a third to live, but she was not done teaching me, as she had all her life.  She taught me grace and courage in the face of death.  She taught me how someone under a death sentence could have such good humor that she could have me laughing at such a dreadful time with her good and bad jokes.  She taught  me how to accept the will of God when that will means death for a loved one.  Mom and Dad gave me an advanced course on love as Dad cared tenderly for her and Mom did what she could to console him.

Mom was in a coma during her last two weeks of life on this Earth.  My bride and I would stay with her during the day, and my Dad and brother would sit with her during the night.  Come what may, Mom was not going to die alone.  As my bride and I walked into the hospital Easter morning we were met by my brother who came running towards us and told us Mom was waking up.  We raced to her room and Mom was opening her eyes.  My Dad was holding her hand.  She looked at all of us, said, “I love you all”, and died.  Father O’Hara, our parish priest, said that it was a great privilege to die on Easter and I concur.

Dad died in 1991 and their bodies lie now side by side awaiting the Resurrection.  They never got to see their three grandchildren in this life, but I have no doubt they have helped my bride and I pass on their heritage of love that it was my great and good fortune to be one of the heirs of.

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Philip
Philip
Sunday, May 8, AD 2016 8:09am

Such blessings… Our mothers.

This Mother’s day is my first one without my mom. I saved one of her scarfs because the most beautiful scent of her remains there..timeless in a remarkable way.

She too was Saintly while she was here.

Even in the nursing home she offered herself up to whomever was in need, caregivers and residents alike.

In memory of mom I wish all mom’s the most beautiful and glorious day to you. The co-workers of God the Father Almighty.

T. Shaw
T. Shaw
Sunday, May 8, AD 2016 8:47am

“Mother O’ Mine” popped into my bone head the minute I saw the title.
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I firmly believe our Moms are in Heaven with Our Holy Mother, The Blessed Virgin Mary, telling each other child-rearing stories.

From the Memorare, “Therefore . . . I fly to you, O virgin of virgins, my Mother.”: And, “To you do I come. Before you I stand sinful and sorrowful.”
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Our Moms are the closest exemplars of God’s unconditional love we will ever have on this Earth.

Lovely Lady dressed in blue-
Teach me how to pray!
God was just your little boy,
Tell me what to say!

The eye allergy is kicking in . . .

Karl
Karl
Sunday, May 13, AD 2018 9:55am

Thank you, Don.

Another son who loves his mother, though she is gone many years.

Mary De Voe
Sunday, May 13, AD 2018 10:17am

Happy Mother’s Day to your mom in heaven

John the Mad
John the Mad
Sunday, May 13, AD 2018 6:20pm

Donald McClarey, that is a beautiful tribute to your mother on mother’s day, particularly her last words to her family on Easter Sunday. What a gift of grace. What parent has not asked God to let them be there for their children so they can be launched properly in life (I used to pray for that for my two sons)? Your mom sounds like she was a real Irish gem.
My mother is 91 and is beginning to fail. She was at my home this afternoon, although she was not able to make it to morning mass. Each day we still have her is a blessing from God.

Greg Mockeridge
Greg Mockeridge
Sunday, May 13, AD 2018 6:43pm

Steve Phoenix
Steve Phoenix
Monday, May 14, AD 2018 3:15pm

One picture—in particular the first one above—is worth 1000 words.

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