MY MOM
More than a few people asked me why I stopped blogging. More than a few people asked me for my mom's eulogy. Thank you for both of these sentiments and thank you to everyone who came to celebrate my mom's life. Here it is: My mom was a French major before she left St. Xavier to marry my dad and go on to have six children. She loved everything French: she toured France with Mrs. Geary and loved the art, the language, the fashion, the perfume, but what we will remember most is that she loved the expression “ce la vie” and lived on a steady diet of brie. Most of my mom’s advice to us came in the form of euphemisms and idioms. She would listen to us for hours. And at the end, we were told, “well. Don’t cut off your nose to spite your face.” Which is a terribly violent image for a nine year old. OR “Sometimes ya just gotta bite the bullet honey.” Or the most dramatic, “M-Y-O-B” which was the sagest advice one could offer as a disciplinarian of 6 kids. People were smitten
