Paul Fannin
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As I walk the step of my earthly sojourn, I am reminded of three images of my mother, two from my teenage years and one from my young adulthood.
In a Basketball game for my beloved Gustine High, there was a momentary break in the intensity and I had the rare opportunity to cast my gaze to the stands where Mom sat. Her expression was a glazed one as if she were looking into space.
She had absolutely no interest in Basketball, and being a rather smallish woman she had difficulty climbing up the stands. Her only interest was her son's game.
On another occasion while I was up at 3am to join the rest of my pals in Scout Troop 80 for a voyage up Half Dome in Yosemite, there was mom with a hearty breakfast ready.
In my very young adulthood, timid about my mom's reaction to a sweet large lady, I sought to prepare her for the shock. With foolish words, I sought to gauge her reaction.
With a tempered anger, mom asked why I thought so little of her to think she would dismiss someone because of that. After a lengthy comeuppance, she then said, "I'll like her because you like her."
As my mom proceeds into the twilight of HER earthly sojourn, I watch her as she waxes old. Her brow furrows and her voice quivers, but when she slips the bounds of mortality, she will have left me full of intangible rememberances, snippets of wisdom, and a resevoir of love. I hope I don't disappoint her.
To all the mothers in Dim and celebrating the nobility of womanhood among all of you.
Paul
In a Basketball game for my beloved Gustine High, there was a momentary break in the intensity and I had the rare opportunity to cast my gaze to the stands where Mom sat. Her expression was a glazed one as if she were looking into space.
She had absolutely no interest in Basketball, and being a rather smallish woman she had difficulty climbing up the stands. Her only interest was her son's game.
On another occasion while I was up at 3am to join the rest of my pals in Scout Troop 80 for a voyage up Half Dome in Yosemite, there was mom with a hearty breakfast ready.
In my very young adulthood, timid about my mom's reaction to a sweet large lady, I sought to prepare her for the shock. With foolish words, I sought to gauge her reaction.
With a tempered anger, mom asked why I thought so little of her to think she would dismiss someone because of that. After a lengthy comeuppance, she then said, "I'll like her because you like her."
As my mom proceeds into the twilight of HER earthly sojourn, I watch her as she waxes old. Her brow furrows and her voice quivers, but when she slips the bounds of mortality, she will have left me full of intangible rememberances, snippets of wisdom, and a resevoir of love. I hope I don't disappoint her.
To all the mothers in Dim and celebrating the nobility of womanhood among all of you.
Paul
