For Mothers Day, a few years before her passing, I wrote a tribute to my mother, the person you all knew as Grandma Croshaw, the one who, along with my father, is responsible for any goodness I have. For me, those words expressed who my mother was, and I wish to honor her again today, Mothers Day, 2008, by posting them here:
Reflections on Mother
My earliest recollection of my mother involves a young boy of 4 or 5 years, being tucked tenderly into bed by caring hands and soothed by a cooing voice. Basking in sensory comforts and assurance of love, I remember being utterly taken by the woman leaning over me. It seems I recall equating her qualities with those of an angel. I perceived her as radiant, flawless, perfect. That blending of senses created an early notion of my mother which imprinted on my mind and has gone with me through the years. It influences my thoughts of her today. Though now pragmatised by an awareness of human fallibility, it is augmented by a host of subsequent revelations of her goodness. Though age has dulled her senses and amended her physical beauty, her benevolence and grace remain intact, refined and tempered by the fire of life. Today, as in my youth, my mother embodies a standard of goodness and purity, a standard I will gratefully carry with me forever.
- David K. Croshaw
Mother's Day, 1997
Mother's Day, 1997
I suspect that if each of you think about it for a moment, you will conclude that for you, your mother also embodies this grace, benevolence, beauty, and goodness. Make sure she knows how you feel, not just today, but as long as she lives on the earth. And, make sure that as long as you live, your own lives reflect all the goodness and purity she has passed on to you.
Proud and grateful to be Arvilla's son;
Proud and grateful to be Debby's mate, and to share with her the honor of being your parents,