As I set here this morning, I think of mothers and my mother, especially.
Mom was born in 1914 and lost her father when she was 7 years old. She had two little sisters and a little brother and 7 older siblings. She was the last survivor of 11 children. She hated that. She always said, “I can’t believe I am the last one to go.”
I used to tease her that she didn’t have a choice.
Her family meant so much to her, but then, they had gone thru’ so much. They helped each other out, whenever one needed help. When her father died, her older brothers moved back home and cared for their mother and siblings.
Mom died when she was a few weeks short of her 90th birthday. We’d had a big party planned for her. I’m sure she had one when she was rejoined with her brothers and sisters.
It’s to bad that most of us won’t realize just what our mothers went thru’ for most of us, until we are much older and either have a wife who is a mother, or become a mother ourselves.
Happy Mothers day to all the mothers out there.
Thanks mom.
Dennisranch 
G’pa and G’ma Johnson wrote a book for us all about their childhood and early years. They also talked about how family helped out family! The Johnson clan is a pretty special group of folks. I’m proud to be married into the family.
Ruth