Who is this child?
She was to be my sun, the bringer of my own childhood. My defender, protector, and best friend. Her name was Margery Ann Nichols and she was my mother. Now with heavy heart I can say she is my angel.
This was her life…..
My grandmother and my mother learning how to walk….From my mother’s senior yearbookBeauty Queen- This is one of many of the newspaper clippings I have of this…. it was a big deal in the area, all over the news. Over 200 fire fighters were at the event, 20 or more vying for a date from the newly crowned queen.After high school was nursing school…. she was a favorite of her nurse-mates and I have many hand written notes from them stating how much they loved their Ann. July 19th, 1985— My first day on this planet. The only picture I have of my father, my mother and me. October 1993This is when the world came falling down….
Cancer….. it came too soon, it destroyed this life slowly. I watched my mother die for three years.
She never got to see Jurassic Park (it was one of her favorite books) she would never take me to another Neil Diamond concert, or see me grow up into the woman I am today.
I vividly remember the night before she died I was angry at her and when she told me she loved me, I just walked away and went to sleep… only to be awoken by my father to tell me her three year battle was over. As I went across the living room to join my sister in the other room… I passed her body, wrapped up in one of my blankets covered with hearts. I was asked if I wanted to say goodbye… I didn’t… I just kept walking. I sat in the front row at her funeral, not a tear was shed from my eyes. I was too numb from the pain, fear of the future… and I was only eight.
Since then I have come to terms with her death, how things are…I can’t say I don’t envy everyone who still grew up with their mothers…as I have more than longed for the motherly hug or the way she used to let me stay up till 12am watching Mystery Science Theater 3000 with her to the dismay of my father. She was an amazing woman, im sad I never got to hear any of her stories.. im sure she had tons of them all nothing short of epic. At least I still have my photos to inspire me to live every waking moment in the happiness of what memories I still have of her.
Recently I got in touch with one of her former classmates and was shocked to hear what he had to say about her…
“Your mom was very intelligent. She loved to read and was the best writer in the school. She was one of the few that would listen to my poetry and crippled prose. I listened as to her as well, but she was so much better than I was. Have you discovered any of her prose or poetry? I did mention that she was the queen of our senior prom, right? She was very popular – not in a cheerleader kind of way, but in a manner that recognized her intelligence, grace, dignity and success in an ambiance of domestic difficulty. I have thought of her often over the years. She will always be treasured as a “huckleberry friend” during a time of adolescent dreams on Moon River. I’m not a religious person but if perhaps there is a heaven, Ann would be one of the mother angels. You have been blessed with a remarkable mother.”
I never knew my mother was a writer and the way she is described is different from the mother I knew, she sounds more like me! :)
This mother’s day be sure to tell them how much you care for all they have done for you, for you may never get another chance. Learn about their lives and you may learn something about yourself.