Margaret Ellen Wilson, 3 April 1931, Muncie, Indiana – Ancestor 3

I loved my mother so much, although I often had a strange way of showing it. But she was my best friend, my companion. We had so much fun, particularly after I became an adult. She understood me, but she couldn’t help me. One time when I was extremely depressed, I remember her saying that she wished she knew what to do for me. I did, too. She supported me emotionally, sometimes financially, and definitely mentally.

She was a wonderful person, and anyone who says or said otherwise can go straight to where they deserve. Never a burden to me, although at times I thought so. I’ve written before about how I wish I could go back and do some things over. We all wish that. There is never enough time.

Today, she would have turned 86. In my mind, I suppose she’ll always be 74 and younger. Her birthday was always so much fun! She was very easy to please, and she squealed and smiled when I gave her presents.

My 2nd cousin once removed did me a wonderful service last week when I gave her some early birthday presents. She was excited and happy and loved them. I know she didn’t realize how full it made my heart, and even I didn’t realize it at the time. It didn’t occur to me that it would bring me a reminder of my mom, either.

She is my mother’s second cousin, and in mannerisms and facial expressions, vocal tones and old sayings, she reminds me of her. Plus, they are both Aries. Aries are some of my favorite people. 🙂

April 3, 2005, was the last time my mother had a birthday while living. She died a little less than 3 months later. I wish I had notes and could be reminded of each and every one of her birthdays.

My mom and me, Fall 2004, at a Kuhn family reunion in New Castle, Indiana, looking at old photos, of course.

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4 Responses to Margaret Ellen Wilson, 3 April 1931, Muncie, Indiana – Ancestor 3

  1. Cat Houchins says:

    Mothers are irreplaceable. They are sewn into their children’s hearts like a pocket on a shirt. We don’t forget them….we never can; and when we do remember them it is like the smell of that fragrant flower we enjoy so much.
    I’m sorry for your loss and I know at times, the heartache you endure knowing your mother isn’t there for you any longer.
    She sounds like a most loving and wonderful individual.
    Hugs.
    Cat

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  2. She is blessed to be so loved by you. Your honor her memory well. 🙂

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