Eulogy by Ginny Rivard, May 3, 2004
When I think of Mom, I think of laughter. Mom loved to laugh.
Mom always liked a good party. She would polish the silver and get out the good china. We would lay in bed and listen to Mom and Mrs. Pepe and everyone else laughing and carrying on. In the morning we could eat the leftover mints.
When I think of Mom, I see her at the kitchen table having a drink before dinner with Dad and Gram.
When I think of Mom, I think of company. There was always room at the table for one more. The more the merrier.
When I think of Mom, I think of dinner around the dining room table. As Dad carved the meat, Mom filled each plate. I always tried to sit at the far end of the table so hopefully Mom could not see what I was not eating.
When I think of Mom, I think of singing. Mom would break out in song at the dinner table and put her arm around John, pulling him close. He would sit there with that cute little smile, rolling his eyes.
When I think of Mom, I think of chocolate. I think of her delicious cream puffs, chocolate sauce, and especially her fudge. If I think hard enough I can almost taste it.
When I think of Mom, I think of Christmas. I see her standing at the table wrapping presents for the longest time, and somehow she found the time and energy to make all kinds of cookies.
When I think of Mom, I think of the beach. Imagine how organized she had to be to get all of us packed to spend three weeks at Long Beach, and to think she felt like she was on vacation when she was still doing all of the daily things that need doing when you have 11 kids. I can still picture Mom sitting at the kitchen table playing solitaire. If I was lucky, she would let me play double solitaire with her. Mom never liked to take walks except at the beach. She and dad would walk hand in hand along the water’s edge. Mom was such a romantic.
When I think of Mom, I think of God. Mom was a true believer. He blessed her with a loving husband and 11 healthy children. Mom had a direct line to God. She always said “what I don’t know God tells me”. We believed her. When I think of Mom, I think of family and love.
Speaking for my brothers and sisters, thank you Mom.