Page 12 - Gwen Landsberry - Eulogies

But the more memories Mum lost, the more I gained and as time with
her became more precious, I made the most of it.

Mum was mellowing. Her pleasure for the simple things in life became
more joyous. More childlike. Suddenly she noticed the trees, the wind,
the light, the flowers.

My time with her was slipping away... and yet Mum didn’t seem to
notice.

Maybe this is how it was meant to be. Maybe she knew that family and
friends were waiting for her. That God’s love was calling her home.
For now, we can rest assured Mum won’t be resting in peace. She’ll be
whooping it up at the latest O’Brien Festival.

Enjoy, it Mum, while you can because one day, we’ll meet again.

Naturally, I’ll be the naughtiest angel there.
Good luck finding the wooden spoon!