What a great name! I just found and read your tribute to Mom while searching for “how to write a tribute to Mom.” I want to write something meaningful to express to her how much she means to me. Her 80th birthday is a couple weeks away and I want to give her my tribute instead of a store-bought card. I found a number of things I want to say to my Mom in your tribute. (I always have a hard time finding the right words) You truely have a gift! Thank you for putting words to those feelings. I also have 2 daughters, I raised by myself, both are now Moms, who I could not be more proud of also, so I join you with those sentiments as well! It is totally the best job, and hardest, in all creation!
Blessings to you and your daughter!
For mom was as precious to him as life itself. I will always believe that sparing him the grief of losing her was a gift from above.
Someone once told me that God has a special love for those kindred souls taken in their sleep.
The photos above give you a glimpse of a special award presentation. At Tribute we are honored to give dancers the opportunity to share the love and respect that they have for their parents in the form of an essay. As the winning essay is read for all to hear it truly touches the lives of so many in a very positive way. The laughter and tears that are shared during this award are very emotional and make a lasting impression. For the new competition season we are now accepting essays for 2018.
Linda Knight was a great teacher. She inspired me. I can honestly say that if it hadn’t been for her inspiration, I would not be the scientist I am today. The impressive thing about this is that she wasn’t one of my college teachers. She wasn’t one of my high school teachers. She wasn’t even one of my middle school teachers. She was my first grade teacher. Nevertheless, her inspiration sticks with me to this day. Titus 2:7-8 says:
Roy Wood rushed into the theater tucking in a shirt that was already pretty well tucked. Even on one of the few days when students at Georgia Military College were allowed to show up in something other than a starched white shirt, striped blue pants and cadet's epaulets, the 17-year-old with the ramrod posture constantly checked his neatness.
As writers, Sam and I know that the expected way to conclude an essay about your friend who has awful cancer is with his death. But fulfilling expectations is often tedious, and Sam is not dead. In fact—marvelously, thrillingly—he’s now much better than he was when I saw him in January. He was, his doctor has since informed him, literally starving then. But it appears that the chemo is shrinking his tumor, because he can eat solid food again and was able to enjoy that slice of Domino’s cheese pizza he’d yearned for. In July, I returned to Los Angeles, and we ate at a restaurant that Sam, who knows I’m a frequent People magazine reader, had selected owing to its popularity with celebrities. He was more upset than I was that, when Al Pacino walked past our table, I saw him only from the back.
Hi Suerae, aw shucks, thanks. I loved this post, it was so joyful to write and if it makes you feel any better, it made me cry too. Bet you can guess which parts. When my daughter went off to college I told her I felt like I had just lost the best job of my life; one I had for 18 years. It crushed me. I was wrong. The job continues … in a different vein with different working hours. But what every mom knows is that we are ever vigilant with our worry, our love and our prayers for our children, no matter how they behave. A mom’s love is enduring through all fire. A lifetime gig that ends at the moment we lose our life. That is commitment. Of course it’s not really like we have a choice. I think we were just made for the job. Thanks so much for being here, and thanks for sharing your kind and loving thoughts.
Flying out to L.A., I imagined that Sam and I might talk for five minutes, then I’d sit there and read while he slept. Instead, after not hugging hello because he was immuno-compromised, we astonished his family and ourselves with a marathon six-hour conversation. Sam and I talked about novels and other writers, about love and sex and marriage and friendship, about George W. Bush and adult coloring books and how the food Sam craved most was a greasy slice of Domino’s cheese pizza. We got our usually reticent friend Emily to text us a picture of her pregnant belly because it turns out that, when a person with metastatic cancer requests something, people tend to comply.
Hi Tamie, welcome! (LOVE your name too!) Thanks for the good review. I’m happy to be of some help to you in your tribute to your mom. Remember those cards we would make for our moms when we were in grade school? Those were the “keepers”. How lovely for your mom that you are creating a hand written, handmade tribute for her, on her 80th. As a mom yourself, you know how much more it means. Wish her a blessed birthday from a fellow mom, won’t you? Blessing to you too, my new friend, and to your beautiful daughters, who will one day be hand crafting a card for you on your 80th! Hope you subscribed for my weekly rants, wisdom’s and wackiness. Love to have you on board. Thanks for posting, great to hear from you!
They ask how you organized ordinary Indian laborers in to the struggle for total Independence. How did you set the jewels like Sohan Singh and Lala Hardyal into your torn down garment? Sarabha came here only to seek higher education; how he received lessons to become a mutineer? They stopped and wept at the grave of Barkatullah; how come you have slept here for so long?
“school teachers have to communicate with parents about their students’activities and achievements, families also need to inform school about students’ progress” (Raccah &Elyashiv, 2008)....
Ghadrites come and watch how far they have come. It is the same place, farms and factories you once worked; the paths you treaded. It is the same hilltop whence your call for freedom resonated around the world. As your heir apparent they have come to figure out what to make of the investment you had made!