My wife and I were sitting down for supper one evening when my mother burst through the door. She looked a bit frazzled and she blurted out "I just wrecked my car". I didn't believe her. She obviously had driven to our place. Again she said "I wrecked my car". I just walked two miles to get here from where my car is in the ditch." Then she held up her hand "See I broke my fingers too". That got my attention and I put her in my car and drove her to the hospital. Two miles up the road sat Mom' car. Upside down in the ditch. "Joe stop and shut off the lights in my car", she insisted, I kind of laughed but she was adamant. I crawled in through the small back window the same one she climbed out of and after a bit of searching found the light switch and turned the lights off. We got her to the hospital where they cut off her rings and tried to set the fingers. The fingers were never the same. She started wearing her rings on her other hand. The last time I talked with her was in the dementia ward where she looked at me with a fixed stare and said "I don't know who you are but you sound just like my son Joe". Rest in Peace Mom.

my mom battled anxiety and depression her entire life. at times it was pretty severe especially around the time we lived in ontario. my mom was a true "momma bear" in that she would do anything to keep her 2 boys safe and not live the life she had while she was growing up....she kept a good home right up until the i admitted her to the hospital where she finally passed.

i won't show a pic because i had an issue with another user here who generated ai images of her trying to get me rattled

My mom’s very stern and can be mean at times. But she was a healthy balance in contrast to my very laidback and easy-going dad.

One thing I’ll never forget that she’s taught me: whenever I’d apologize for making a mistake or something, she would always respond with something along the lines of “Don’t be sorry, just try again!”

It does no good feeling bad about something bad you did, but it does a world of good for everyone if you learn from those things and never repeat those mistakes. Don’t be sorry, be better

I do have a valentine this year, but either my mom or my sister would always be my valentine every year

From what I remember my mother was always busy. She took care of her home and family. Up super early making my fathers lunch and breakfast. We worked in the fields in the summer. I lost my mother when I was 9. But she was a strong beautiful woman.

It’s weird, but it was important to us. When my mom was close to 90, she couldn’t live alone anymore, and I moved in with her to help.

As time passed, she became incontinent, and it so offended her dignity that she was miserable. I assured her it was okay, that I had cared for my husband the same way, and, after all, she had changed my diapers. Fair was fair. But it still bothered her greatly.

One day after an accident, she began to weep, heart-brokenly, and said, “Honey, you shouldn’t have to go through this. Nobody should.”

Allow me to insert here that I don’t think I had ever uttered a curse word of any kind in front of my mother.

But then I said, “Well, it’s a sh**ty job, but somebody has to do it.” I had shocked myself. I anticipated a slap, maybe. Her head came up, still wet with tears, she stared at me, and then she began to laugh. So did I. Big, hearty guffaws. Good, soul-cleansing laughing.

That one moment brought us closer than we had ever been. She stopped crying about things she couldn’t control. We talked more, like two adult women, not mother and child.

She lived three more years, and I am so glad I had that time with her.

I have the warmest memories of my mom. She was so kind and generous, and so much fun. All my friends loved her too.

Yes, that's so true, my Mom is still the true unconditional love of my life. She is my angel. I spoke with her a few hours ago.

Just acquired this picture of my mom from when she was a child. I miss her.