This is My Story....................I remember Momma. As I grew into my teenage years, there was a chasm that developed between my mother and I. Like many teenage girls I developed a way of thinking that I was now able to make my own choices and decisions so I rarely asked my mothers opinion on anything. Instead I turned to friends my own age to help me. As I look back now I see the foolishness in this way of thinking. What kind of wisdom can young girls really have at that age? Because of my self-centeredness during those years I feel like I lost opportunities to share meaningful time with my mother. Something I will always regret. Having children of my own brought with it a new respect for my mother. I found that in my years of raising children that I would repeat things to my children that my mother had said to me as a child. I would often consult her about different issues that came up and I thank God that she was able to spend considerable time with all three of my children. The last several years of her life she was able to spend time with us in Salisbury and she always brought laughter to our house. I thouroghly enjoyed waking up each morning and being able to share the day with her. My last memory of my mother was three days before she passed away. Brandon Riggin, Leila Riggin, Nora Zeneb Abdelbaset, and I drove to Havre de Grace, Md. to the nursing home where my mother was staying. When we arrived my sisters and other family members were there and we spent time reminiscing. The whole time my mother was unresponsive. I remember praying and asking God if He would allow me to be alone with my mother, knowing it may be the last time I would see her on this earth. A while later everyone had gone and it was just Brandon and I in the room. I sat down beside her bed and I start praying out loud for my momma. At the end of that prayer she opened her eyes and I could tell that she was aware that I was there. Leila and Nora came back into the room and we were all able to talk to her and to hug and kiss her. The last thing I said before I left the room that night was "I love you Momma." And she responded, "I love you too." And I do love you Momma and I thank you for all that you contributed to make me who I am. Looking forward to our reunion.
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 14:13:23 +0000