My mom

We can't know why the lily has so brief a time to bloom in the warmth of sunlight’s kiss upon its face. Before it folds its fragrance in and bids the world good-night to rest its beauty in a gentler place. But we can know that nothing that is loved is ever lost, and no one who has ever touched a heart can really pass away. Because some beauty lingers on in each memory of which they've been a part. Ellen Brenneman


In Loving Memory - My mom Frances Kay Randolph
Feb 20th, 1945 - July 27th, 1991

Mom was my best friend and when I think of her, a tear still come to my eyes because I miss her terribly, and I smile because I remember how she affected my life. She was the most influential, and loving person that I have ever shared my life with. Everyone who ever met her, loved her, she did anything for anyone.

I can't remember a day that went by that I didn’t hear those beautiful words "I Love You Sis". I can still hear her saying that. She was always there to lend an ear and give an understanding hug. They were the kind of hugs I never wanted to leave, the kind that said everything will be all right. She had a kind of laugh that was very contagious, and a smile to warm the hardest hearts.

In my opinion these are the qualities that make up a wonderful parent. I know that is what she was one to. A parent who is always there to gently guide and direct, and then give you support in the decisions you make. Now the only thing I strive for is to be like her, and I pray that one day my own daughters will feel the same way about me, that I feel about my angelic mom.

She fought a great fight to stay with us longer but our Lord had another plan, she died from breast cancer 5 months after her 46th birthday. She was finished with her job here on earth, she had taught me (I can't speak for my two brothers) to laugh and love, to fear God, and how to respect others.

Thank you Mom for your love and memories, and thank you God for giving her to me for those wonderful, and memorable years. I miss you, but I know you are always with me in my memories. I carry you in my heart, you still remain the wind beneath my wings, and you will always be young. Until we meet again in our Father's house.

Barbara

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