This week while writing my blog I have continued to have a flood of memories about Mom. Her ability to ask questions is at the top of the list as far as memories. She was always interested and knew exactly the right questions to ask each of her children. This was again another one of her gifts.
I remember being places with my Mom, and her talking to basically strangers. By the end of her conversations with them she would have them crying, telling them their life story. At the end they would hug, say goodbye, and Mom would have a new best friend. I know I share in this memory with the rest of my family. It happened all the time it seemed. That doesn't happen to me. She had a gift of intuition, and a gift of asking the right questions at the right time which made people open up to her. My life was an open book with my Mom, and part of this was because she knew how to draw things out of people in a gifted way.:) What a blessing.
I have memories of coming home late at night after a date, or a party, and my Mom......always still awake.....and would ask me a million questions. Sometimes this could be exhausting because it would be so late. But I miss though questions so much know and they are such a big part of my memory of her. I love those memories.