Remembering Grace Eleanor Harness Shuler
Today is the 98th anniversary of my mother's birth. She has been gone for almost ten years, but I'll always remember her on this day. She was a wonderful mom. I lost her almost ten years ago, and I miss her so much.
This picture was taken in about 1960s or 70s, I'm not sure.
I've been looking for some pictures of her for several days, and I'm really distressed because I can't find a few that are very important to me. Her graduation picture, a portrait of her about the time she married my dad, snapshots of her as a younger woman, some of them with her holding me as an infant. I'm becoming worried at the thought that I might have lost these photos in moving, storing them, and moving again. I can't imagine how, but .... I'm going to check with my siblings, some of whom I know have originals or copies of these precious shots.
Mom and me sometime in the late 80s or 90s. Mom used to be just a couple inches shorter than I, and I noticed show much height she had lost when I ran across this photo. She was a sweet lady.
My mom and dad were married for 69 years before the passed on just 3 weeks apart. They were both devoted to the other. The relationship wasn't perfect, but there was never a question that either of them would fight their weight in wildcats for the other. Or for us. They were so cute. They used to love wearing matching clothes. You can see in the following picture that fact. Isn't that precious?
This is one of the last family pictures taken. I really love this photo. In just a few years Mom began to drift away from us as Alzheimer's took over her mind. But here .... these were good times.
Mom was such a dear. She was never completely comfortable in front of a camera, but who she was far surpassed her shyness and social lack of comfort. She loved all of us unconditionally, and we never could have doubted. Well, except for the five minutes after we were in trouble for some thing or other! She was all heart, and so full of love.
This is something of Mama's that I kept. I don't remember the whole story, but it is a silk shawl that Daddy bought her in Mexico long, long ago. She treasured it, and now I do. It is in my room, on the side of a mirror where I see it often, and it reminds me regularly of the great lady that was my mom.
This picture of Mom and Dad is, I believe, the last formal portrait taken. They had been married close to 65 years here. It is sweet, but it also makes me so sad, because it is impossible to look at it and not see the vagueness in her eyes. She was already slipping away from the reality that was our life with her. I grieved her for several years before she died, because she wasn't behind those eyes. And, as I've said, I miss her still, my mom, the grand lady, the love of my father's life.
Happy Birthday, Mommy.