Remembering My Mom, Clara Rudolph
My mom died on Thursday, October 14th twenty-nine years ago. Every year at this time, I feel sad. She is younger than me in her obituary. It is surreal. The last thing she said to me on a Wednesday evening was, “I love you mi jita.” I answered, “I love you too mom. Good night…” And then the next morning she was gone.
Six doves circled her home after she died and then one left. To me, the doves symbolized our family of six. There were six of us and then five after my mom died. Grief lasts a lifetime. Losing a loved one never gets easy. It always hurts. I sometimes hear her voice in my head, listening to her advice or I remember a story she told me. I think about her beautiful singing voice.
She was witty. She prayed every morning. She was an incredible example of a heart filled with joy in every situation. She showed us how to live with grace and kindness. She gave everything she had. And then she went with God… Good night my sweet mom. I love you!!
