The anniversary date of the loss of my mom is once again approaching; however, this year, I refuse to allow the date of death to be a defining moment in my life. This year, I choose to embrace the memories, celebrate her life and cherish the legacy of hope, perseverance and humor that dwells within me!
Peggy Lou McFarron was born August 11, 1941 and left us April 4, 2008. She married my dad, Tommie Burnett and she gave birth to three children, Tammie (me), Tommy and Terrie.
We didn't have a lot of material things growing up, but we also didn't realize it. When we were little, we lived in a little four-room house. My sister and I shared a room and my brother slept on a hide-a-bed in the living room.
We had one black and white television, no air-conditioning and the three of us would fight over who would get to sleep under the living room window in the summer time.
Thinking back on my younger years, it’s obvious that I have my mom’s sense of humor.
Here are a few things I remember:
Mom and I could talk about anything and everything. Even after I grew up and lived on my own, we talked almost every day. I would share my thoughts, dreams, hopes and fears. My mom could always make me feel like everything would always be okay. Mom and I would laugh at the silliest things and I think I miss her laughter the most!
So there you have it! When I remember my mom, I don't want to cry anymore! I want to remember her life, her laughter and her legacy. Yes, I still miss my mom and yes, I am certain that someday I will see her again. Oh and what day and a hug that will be!