Bacon and Eggs

[KLHJ2]

Bacon and Eggs

In my high school days there was a group of 3 boys that were damn near inseparable; it was almost as if we were brothers. We lived on the same street, were in the same grade, wore the same clothes and had the same 3 mothers. Well, we all called each others mother “mom” anyway. These 3 spectacular women would take care of each of us as if we were blood. Today, I am going to focus particularly on one of these moms, here name was “Mama Peters”, and I call her that because I always had respect for my elders, plus I never really knew her first name. For 14 years I have always called her mom so why stop now?

Anyway, Mama Peters had to be the kindest of the three, unless you ask her son Mike. She would always do the sweetest things that I appreciated for many years. She took me to church when my family didn’t go. She would always offer moral support when it was needed. She would cook us Bacon and eggs every morning before we went school, and she would also let us play videogames until our thumbs fell off. All the while, she was always smiling and had the calmest demeanor. Nothing ever seemed to rattle her to the point where she would yell, scream, or cuss. That’s an achievement considering the company that we were in.

The 3 of us boys eventually all grew up, graduated, and joined the Army. Though over the years we have grown apart and started our own lives with our own families, we still maintained the same level of respect for each others mother. That statement especially holds true for my respect to Mrs. Peters. It is kind of crazy to think that eventually, I wanted to get around to seeing Mrs. Peters again and see how she is doing. That ambition came to a screeching halt when I came into work on Monday morning only to receive an email from her son Mike that she had passed.

This entire week I have been choking back tears of sadness and guilt, remembering the legacy of this kind woman. It was recently that I realized that one of her greatest accomplishments was in the works many years ago only to be realized now. In her passing she managed to bring together 3 people who have not talked to each other in over 10 years. I wish that I can thank her for that right now. She will be missed, but never forgotten.

[ArtMonkDrillz]

I'm sorry for your lose man.
I am a firm believer that "family" has very little to do with a blood relation and I know how close a friend's mother or father can be. She sounds like a great woman and you were lucky to have known her.

[MTK]

I'm sorry for your loss, Angry.

Looks like you've already realized this with your last point... but sometimes it takes a great loss to bring people together. That's her final gift to you guys.

[EternalEnigma21]

when my friend committed suicide recently I had the realization that I should let people who are important to me know as often as possible. I've made many phone calls and emails and prolonged visits with friends since, and I don't worry so much about the cutting the time short because of schedules and things that wont be important when one of us are gone. It's changed the way I look at life. I hope in this tragedy you can find a positive, and pass it on to other people in your life.

my sympathies.

[mooby]

I'm sorry for your loss Angry. My best friend's mother is about as close to a second Mom as you could ask for, and I feel as close to her as I feel to my own mother. I can only imagine what it's going to feel like when she passes on, and honestly I wish it would never happen. Stay strong man and much thanks for the story, because it made me realize just how important these people are and how close they can bring us together. I hope you can find closure on this.

[Hog1]

It's no secret and no solace......today. The pain will pass and leave in it's place all the good memories you will remember forever.
RIP....Mama Peters