Where we come from

My Mom, on the right, pregnant with me. My aunt Chris on her left.

It's hard to imagine who I would be if not for my parents influence. I can look right down the line and see which parent gave me which traits. My Dad taught me to question things and people, he taught me to be logical and to follow my heart and the meaning of respect and loyalty among many other things.
My Mom.

My Mom gave me a love of books and reading, a love of music. She taught me to laugh and laugh often, and at myself as much as at other things. She taught me the importance of family and what being in a family means. She taught me to be self reliant but not to be afraid to ask for help.

My Mom was a confidant who kept secrets better than anyone else I know.
She gave good advice and knew when something needed action not just advice.
My Mom showed me how to have fun, every day.
And while my Dad and I would disagree about things, I don't remeber ever arguing with my Mom.

From one of her favorite songs, which sums her up well.
"With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more""
(and she loved Billy Idol.)

There are a million reasons why I love my mother and a million reasons while I will miss her every day. I hope I let her know how much she meant to me. For the first time in my 46 years I am without my parents but I think that in everything I do they are present, from reading what I read, to the music I listen to and the jokes I tell and the way I cook and drive.

I miss my Mom.

Karen Jordan
1938-2010