Seventeen years ago on this date my mother died. She had been sick for a long time. She had breast cancer and it took her life. A day does not go by when I don’t think of her. Her name was Rhoda Alice. She was many things: a wife, a mother, a hairdresser, a great cook, a wonderful person. She connected with her friends and her family.
Five years after her death I watched in horror as many of you did the tragedies now known simply as September 11th. I share your grief every year and wish we didn’t have this day in common.
As I write this I feel this overwhelming sorrow. I stopped crying a long time ago, but today it hits me once again she is gone, my Mama Rhoda. Time does take away the oppressive grief. Watching the remembrances on television this evening, I saw a woman at Ground Zero sobbing and I knew her pain. Every year on this date we take the time to mourn those loved ones . . . and to cry — and me to remember my very special mother. I do that today, September 11, 2013. I remember you.
2 thoughts on “My September 11th.”
Wanda – I miss your mom terribly- There’s not a day that I don’t think of her, Shelby and Charlene. Rhoda was the keeper of the family. She kept us together – always coming up with ideas, craft projects, dinners and cookouts. And our shopping trips. She gave herself more to others than she did to herself. I love you all dearly.
This is a very touching tribute of remembrance to your * mom* ~Rhoda~ She was a very special lady. You described her perfectly. She was a multi-tasker & a multi-talented woman. I see where you get your drive, talents & passion–she passed on so many of her great qualities to you. Rhoda would be sooooo proud of you & all you have achieved!