This is something I threw together to thank people whom have chimed in on an online guestbook in our hometown paper. I feel it fits here as well maybe even more so. You all dont Know how Much you mean/meant to ym mother and I.
Thanks,
Phill
We (My dad (Dave), brother (Robert), and myself (Phil) as well as my mom I am SURE ) just want you all to know how VERY much we appreciate the response you all have given in this online guest book, and elsewhere.
It is comforting to us that you all have our Wife/Mother and above all dearest friend, as well as us, in your thoughts and so close to your heart. Also that the resounding theme in the replies is one that we are stressing. Not one of mourning her death, though of course that exists as well, but more of an emphasis of celebrating her life. Remembering the time we all spent with her. Not just the good, but also the bad, and in-between.
You all know, as well as I. When looking back, many of the worst times end up being the best times. Those days we, she, they, bumped heads or screwed up. What seemed so BAD at the moment when reflected on after time, once we are able to see it in a complete context. Those are the times that made our relationship complete. The days we will NEVER forget. Being able to be down right MAD with one another. Swearing never to get over it. Then of course due to the love and life we chose share, we pressed on. Worked through one another?s faults and differences. This is something mom was a Champion at, both forgiving and dealing with us for our faults/mistakes, and yes her own , she was FAR from perfect herself admit it. There are a ton of times she just made me MAAAAAD, but in the end she would admit it. She would press the issue, force you to deal with her, accept her as she did us for her faults. In the end really its these faults, not the likenesses, that make us who we are. The things that people learn to love and have to accept and adapt to.
So lets not forget those traits/times, or any for that matter. Lets all just learn to better laugh, remember, and accept of Phyllis ( MOM) all those we choose to love. All the good, bad, and ugly. Now ?try? I said. Surely we will be far from perfect at this, or anything for that matter. I see no harm in trying and neither did Phyllis. This attempt was one in which mom held close to herself as a goal. Like all else she was FAR from perfect at it, but boy did she try, and got pretty darned good at it. I am sure she will love to see this trait spread to us. For us all to make an effort at this, and at times get a heck of a chuckle out of seeing us try.
OK, I got off an a tangent there. But, you?ll just have to deal with it. That?s one of my faults at times.
Once again THANK YOU all for your current and continued care, support, celebration of a Phyllis. A caring mother, Cherished wife, hard headed pain in the posterior, and above all dearest friend.
Dave, Rob, and Phil Stevens