My Mother by: Margaret Hall

My mom had survived bowel cancer for 22 years having surgery when she had been 56 years of age. She was a great lover of animals, cats, dogs, birds, etc. When she was 78 years of age, she started again to not feel well and soon discovered her cancer had spread to most of her organs. I always stopped at her home at 5 pm to see how supper was going and she would call each night at 10 pm. Then one night when she called she did not want to talk with me. She wanted my husband, Monty, to go down to her house and see her if he could right away. So off he went. I waited and waited and he soon returned. I asked what did mom want. He paused then said "your mom said she is really not feeling well and feels she will only live maybe a few months as the pain was getting worse and worse." "Monty take care of my animals, Harry the dog and the two cats, Ginger and Flurry. When I feel that I can no longer care for them and be fair to them." Monty said yes as he loves animals and we laughted at mom as she knew I don't really have a great love for animals. When Harry got to heavy on the blankets on her bed, he moved up to our house and when she could not open the doors for the cats to go out doors, Ginger and Flurry moved up.

Mother passed away three months later and we often say "It has been five years since mom's passing but she is looking down from heaven with a great big smile at her animals happily playing and chasing each other on our lawn.