Eulogy for Mother

Death by mother's favor is not a price paid for life. The mountain never dies, and the sea, the rock or infinite sky will not die. Through myriad centuries, they were always eternal. But they never live. If there is a choice, I will not hesitate to choose the death rate. Whatever destiny needs life, I will give it, I have never seen a fertile plain, I could not hear the wind, I did not feel the warm sunshine on the beach under the Aral Sea Eternity benefits are not worth living but also to love a day. "- Dorothy N.

Theresa's mother's respect, Teresa's granddaughter, Joseph's granddaughter, my mother, Natibidado was born on 24th December 1921 in El Paso, Texas. She always tells us she should be responsible for the birth of her sister in this country. My family has returned to Mexico because PD closes the mine and sends the workers back to Mexico. This family has never been to since my mother was born. She is convinced she knows that she was born in Texas, but she is proud that she is a "girl in molensie." When asking my family to explain my mother, they used a lot of the same term: private, very shy, friendly, modest

There is an old Yiddish proverb that expresses the mother's favor, and eyes overflow when the heart is full. So this is the case when we try to summarize and respect mother's life. My mother is a difficult, unusual and complicated woman. She loves her children although she loves her children, Barbara, Wendy and I, her son, Mary, John and David, her grandson Kenny, Corey and her stepchild, Mandy and Tyrone To adore her husband, my father. - Mother's kindness My mother is a complex and multifaceted person. Many of you here personally know my mother today, and many of you know my mother indirectly through one of her family members. You may know that she is a colleague, friend, or advocate. Of course, all my mothers here today know a part of her, that is, her "face" - as mother, sister, aunt, grandmother, cousin. Of course, I know my mother is my mother.

The tenderness of the mother in the desert desert has seen a wonderful woman, but the greatest thing they have ever seen is your friend, my mother, another soul, beautiful Marti B. We express our respect and bid on her favorite adieu. I do not favor the women I know, but I do not remember what I learned when I was young, but I know that mom is always in the center of everything. - Gentleness of Grandma When thinking about Mary Helen Smith, I am also called grandma. Now, all fun time is just a big obstacle in my mind. I remember doing puzzles with my grandmother. When I first became interested in the concept of putting colored cardboard together, the table she used was delivered to my chin.