I loved Adda Mae Margin intensely. I am pretty sure that I was her “oops” child, so I will be eternally
grateful for her patience with me...her 5th child.
She had an amazingly quick wit.
She rarely yelled and was even uncomfortable around anyone who was yelling.
She made a crazy good mac and cheese, the best Spanish rice on the planet and INCREDIBLE fudge icing
that I have yet to be able to replicate.
She never complained to me or my siblings during our youth and had plenty that she could have complained about.
She was NOT at all controlling.
She willingly helped people financially in spite of, or perhaps because of, her own years of financial struggle.
She was kind to her mother.
She sewed a lot of my clothing in my youth, including my favorite “hippie dress” that said “Peace”, “Far Out” and “Groovy” on it.
She ironed underwear.
Actually, she ironed anything she could get on the ironing board. I think it was her meditation.
She made ends meet on scarcity and never worried her children about any of this. Who knew that planned meals at home
AND on vacation could be such an art form? Sorry to say, I have never felt inspired to make cheese spread with
pimentos in it. One can apparently have too many of those sandwiches.
She was insanely intuitive.
She was physically there for me when I got home from school in my youth.
At the end of her life she taught me (and my siblings) some of the best yogic lessons about letting go. Those are for another post on another day.
After 5 years, my heart is still broken open. The beautiful thing (spiritually) about having your heart broken open, I
think, is the ability to give and receive even more love. I am grateful for the fact my mother knew how much she was loved
at the end of her life. She actually started to “sparkle” at the end…very difficult after a massive stroke and almost 2 months spent in the Neurological Intensive Care Unit at Hershey Medical Center. A couple of weeks before she died, she told my sister, Kathy (with excitement), “I get to go home in 2 weeks!” While it was a different “Home” than we had wished for, she DID go home.
There is a lovely book entitled, Graceful Passages, by Michael Stillwater, in which he states, “To ask for what we
want is human. To accept what comes is grace.” While I know that acceptance is the key that unlocks all doors, I find myself still fumbling with that key.
None of us gets out of this thing (human condition) alive. Let’s live and love more fully!