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(P.S. Tiny ceramic frogs were my choice of favors!)
My Mother kept a garden,
A garden of the heart,
She planted all the good things
That gave my life its start.
She turned me to the sunshine
And encouraged me to dream,
Fostering and nurturing
The seeds of self-esteem…
Her constant good example
Always taught me right from wrong-
Markers for my pathway
That will last a lifetime long.
I am my Mother’s garden.
I am her legacy-
And I hope today she feels the love
Reflected back from me.Everyone has a garden, a garden of their own. Each garden reflects the true heart of that person, a glimpse into their very soul. This year instead of recollecting memories, I am choosing instead to bring my Mother’s garden out for all to see… a garden that was watered with among other things, beanie babies, sports, antiques, NASCAR, and nature. Our Mother’s Garden….. Her children:
November 13, 1963 Ken came in loud and proud. Even today he makes sure that everyone knows he was first and was the apple of his mother’s eye. He was watered with baseball, basketball, the love of ‘fixing things’ and of nature. Ken, with his wonderful wife Anna have started their own garden. Casey Patton Willard. If Ken was the apple of his mother’s eye, it is safe to say that Casey was the cherry that was on the topping.
June 18, 1969 Leigh, yes that’s me.. Arrived, I feel bold and ready. I can say I was watered with the love of children and family, and a readiness that keeps me prepared for anything that could come my way. I was able to bless my Mother with 3 boys, Thomas Green, Jacob Faulkner, and Mickenna Lee. Each were special to their Nanny in their own way, each bringing pride in her voice every time she spoke of them. Today, I am able to bring to my Mother a new section for her garden; a wonderful husband Mike and the addition of two more grandchildren, Autumn Michelle and Michael Todd. Both of whom she would love and appreciate as if they were her own.
April 25, 1977, Jason…Mr. Adventure. I can never remember a time that Jason didn’t have a plan for one thing or another. He was watered with the love of sports and the sense of love. Jason blessed our Mother, with his son, Jaylen Xavier. Jaylen was our Mother’s last grandchild to hold, the last grandchild to steal a piece of her heart. She held him near and dear to her heart. Our Mother would be so very proud to see what a wonderful Father Jason has become.
Written by Leigh, with love.
Ken and Anna's son Casey.
Betty's daughter, Leigh and her husband, Mike.
Leigh is manager at Maggie Moo's and Mike is employed
with USA Today
Leigh and Mike's beautifully combined family:
Mickenna, Todd, Autumn, Thomas, Leigh, Jacob and Mike (center)
Betty and Aubrey's sons by Divine love.
This is Jason's son Jaylyn, another grandchild she wanted so badly to spoil!
The heart story behind the drummer boy...
When planning a service for Betty, Hugh said he felt like he needed to eulogize Betty. I said fine and she would like nothing better than for him to sing. He did both, singing "Look for me for I will be there too." During his eulogy he said that a Deputy posted at the Courthouse said he did not know who would stand up and take her place. Hugh told him that he would have to do that because he had been taught by the best. The Deputy said that she certainly marched to the tune of a different drummer. Hugh said he thought a lot about that overnight and he decided that "Betty was the drummer." I started the next week looking for little drummers for my children for Christmas.
Note: Aubrey has done a good job keeping the family together since Betty's death and we are grateful to him. He is now recovering from a recent open heart surgery operation and once again God has blessed us with his strength and perseverance.
GOOD NIGHT LITTLE DRUMMER