My Momma…Maxine Landing 9-10-1925 to July 24, 2016.

She never understood why she was never given a middle name, and she hated

the fact that she had to put an 0 with a slash trough it on every single form asking for her information.

I have enjoyed looking through my blog today, this being the very first time that I was

able to summons up enough courage to get on the computer since momma passed away.

Her death has hit me hard…probably the hardest thing that I have ever had to go through.

I am so thankful to my children for talking me into creating this food blog.

In the beginning, I didn’t realize that a time would come so soon when momma wasn’t going to be here with me any more.

But with every recipe and family gathering, momma is still here…in the very midst of

our precious family time, because she is and was such a huge part of me.

I’ve always thought that being an ostrich wasn’t all that bad of an idea.

Sticking your head in the ground, can help a lot with not wanting to face reality that is just too difficult to handle.

For me…that’s what I had to do.  The hurt was too intense, to raw, to current, to difficult to process.

Death is horrible for those left behind because the loss is so huge, so painful, so debilitating, so horrible, so….just so very sad.

I don’t want to get overly sappy…because it takes nothing to

make me cry these days…but I do want to say that I am just so grateful for the wonderful legacy momma gave me.

So many things have molded and shaped my thinking over my lifetime, but she

was the greatest influence in my life above everything else.

She taught me how to cook her favorite dishes at a young age and she was the one who

gave me my great love for food, serving and giving.

She taught me so many things…and I am so grateful, that everything I do has something…no…everything

to do with her.  The dishes I make and am able to share remind me of her in so many ways, and make me feel so close to her.

It was important to momma to teach me how to cook and clean well, and for me to

know how to take care of the special things in life that I have been entrusted with.

Her special things that I have around me now, mean the world to me, only

because they once belonged to her and she enjoyed them so much.

I find myself wanting to dust and clean more because she loved a clean home.

Cleaning the dog snot off my windows…that once was such a hated chore…is now another

opportunity to be the woman she would be proud of.

All these things make me think of her…fondly, lovingly.  What could be more precious or what could be more awesome?

She was a wonderful example of continually giving…she gave of herself and from what she

had…being much or little, it didn’t matter…she just gave.

I have never known anyone ever to give continually…no matter what…to her children and the people she loved.

What a lesson she taught me by her sacrifices.

Constantly sharing with others, she loved with all her heart and filled my entire life with joy.

I am so fortunate and thankful to be able to say that all my days spent with her, were filled with love and joy.

The Lord blessed us in countless ways with her presence in our life, especially the

last eight years when we were so fortunate to have her live with us in Georgia.

No arguing, no moments to regret…just lovely precious memories that I will hold onto forever.

She was a treasure and I miss her terribly.

There are so many wonderful precious memories I have of momma.  Grateful and thankful

beyond description…how very fortunate and blessed I am to have all these

incredible memories in my life of a woman who was bigger than life.

Momma loved the Lord and she served Him, and my greatest comfort

is knowing that I will see her again and spend eternity with her.

God is good.