Vince Gill - Sweet Memories

It is difficult to pick only one sweet memory of my mother. There are just so very many of them. But several I find not only very sweet but also very much a perfect example of who my mother was. We owned a convenience store and had put some t shirts in there to sell. Although they might have been slightly "suggestive" in their humor they were not vulgar. Not long after putting them in the store I came in and every single one was gone. I found out my mother had bought them and cut them up, throwing away the parts she thought were bad and keeping the rest for rags. Keeping in my mind this was a woman who felt bad for months because she spelled.. yes spelled.. the word BULL when on the phone with a telemarketer. She put God and her family first above all else including herself. My mother once walked a lot of miles on a very bad stretch of highway to get help when the car broke down. Our parents decided that my father would stay with us as he would be better able to defend us. When she got back (she wore sandals) my father told us not to look at her feet. Of course I did.. She had walked so far that her feet were bleeding and torn up. But she never stopped. She never complained. How can someone being so selfless not be the person who I have the sweetest memories? I hold tightly to all the memories of her... not only because of how much I loved her but because it reminds me daily the type of person I strive to be. I always have said that if ever a Saint walked this earth.. it was my mother.