Tonight she came over and Scott cooked her a nice dinner (Shrimp and crab, in a cream sauce, over noodles) and then we had angel food cake with strawberries (she's diabetic). It was YUMMY! The boys gave her a wind chime with a grandmother poem on it and sang her Happy birthday. As much as we clash, I do love her. She made me what I am today.
My mother, Gloria, was born in Huntsville, AL - a fourth generation Huntsvillian - in the year 1935. She was the oldest of a family of girls. She never knew her father and was raised by her mother and grandmother. Between the ages of 2-3, she suffered infantile paralysis, and had to relearn just about everything. In her early 20's, she moved to New Orleans for 7 years, where she had a short marraige. They had a little girl, who died at 13 days of Polio complications. The marraige disolved shortly thereafter and she moved back to Huntsville. At age 30, she married my dad, a civil engineer working out at the arsenal as a 'rocket scientist'. She became the step-mother of two teenage boys. At 35, having been told she would never have any more children, she gave birth to a BEAUTIFUL baby girl and they named her Patricia Ann Hughes. Five years later, her husband passed away rather unexpectedly. She was a very strong woman, who raised a little girl on her own. She stayed at home so she could always be around to provide a solid foundation. We didn't always get along, but she made sure that I always had what I needed and that I had strong moral values. She taught me how to work hard and ensured I was challenged at school. With her not working, we didn't have much money, but we were happy.
Fast forward to more recent years. About 4 1/2 years ago, she found out she had breast cancer. She temporarily moved to Texas to stay with us during her treatment. This year, she will officially be 'in remission' and a breast cancer survivor. While she was here, she found out she would be a first time grandmother - to twins. She made the decision to move down permanently to be near us. She is very involved in Michael and Matthew's life, and we wouldn't trade it for anything. My mother is pretty much the only 'real' family I have. I have other relatives, but she is my only 'family'.
I love you, Mom, and hope you are around for many, many more years. We're glad you are such a big part of our lives.