In Honor of My Mother

  • This page is dedicated to my mother, Dixie, who was not only my mother but my best friend, my #1 fan, my shoulder to lean on and my lifeline.

    My sister and myself were fortunate that she was a stay at home mom. I never knew how lucky we were that she stayed at home with us until I grew older and had children myself.

    She taught Sunday School and Vacation Bible School for as long as I can remember. She was the church secretary, also. She ensured that my sister and myself were brought with Christian beliefs and values.

    She instilled that education can take you anywhere and allow you to go far in life. Late in her life she graduated from the University of Texas at Dallas, while I was in high school. I could not have been more proud. I learned so much from her study ethics and determination to not let her age and her medical problems deter her from realizing her dream of being a college graduate.

    We lost her February 4, 2004 at the age of 57 due to complications from Addison's disease.

    As I grow older I realize just how lucky I was to have her in my life. And although I miss her daily, I look forward to the day we can be together for eternity in Heaven.

    Below is an American Indian poem that was her favorite and is on her headstone.


    Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep

     Do not stand at my grave and cry

    I am not there
    I do not sleep

    I am a thousand winds that blow
    I am the diamond glints on snow

    I am the sunlight on ripened grain
    I am the gentle Autumn rain

    When you awaken in the morning's hush
    I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds

    In circled flight
    I am the soft stars that shine at night

    Do not stand at my grave and cry

    I am not there
    I did not die

     Author Unknown