Marie Lyman

My mom was born on June 24, 1939. She had one sister and parents who adored her. She was married and had my brother and me and was by far the best mother in the world. She was blessed in her journey here on earth with so many who loved her, her brother in law and nieces and nephews. Grandchildren came and made her face light up like the sun. She had so many friends. Folks seemed to gravitate toward her happy disposition and fun loving personality. My mother, she raised my brother and I as a single mom, and surprised everyone with her strength and perseverance every day. She found love and cherished her husband. They cared for each other for many years. My mom taught me so many important things and shaped me into who I am today. I feel as if I could write a book about how dynamic my mother was. She passed early and in peace on September 19, 2019. It does not seem real to me yet. I have spent the last seventy two hours remembering everything about her and how she cared for me. Remembering how she loved singing, dancing, mornings, and cleaning.🙂 Her favorite color was red. I can still see her getting ready for work, putting on green eyeshadow and black eyeliner. I can still see her spraying final net on her bangs and tying a kerchief on her head to go to King Kullen. The smell of Chanel no. 5 will forever make my heart smile. I can go on and on about all these little details that made her who she is. She was unique and beautiful in every way possible and she was and will always be the best mom in the world. I will carry her and her beautiful smile in my heart forever.