Friday, June 12, 2020
I remember a mother who was a teacher – a teacher of so many things, not least of which were duty, devotion and love.
Mom looked after our father, Lincoln, for a decade as his health declined due to dementia. It took a great deal out of her to do so. She kept him at home, kept his dignity intact and never wavered. He passed away at home, with her only feet away.
Although Cheryl and I were with our mother when she left, we could not give her the same – being able to die in the house she and dad built and in which they lived their whole lives. That will always be a regret for me.
If I can live with 1/10th of the goodness she showed to us and others I will look back on my life and consider it a success.
Darrell Freeman
