Mamaw Eulogy

It was an early Christmas morning, I could smell the sugar cookie smell making its way through my house. I could only think of one person that could make this happen, my Abuelita. “Grandma” I shout from my room as she was in the kitchen. I wanted cookies so bad before opening our presents. But we wait for my dad to come from his house before opening presents.

When I look back at my childhood I cannot picture it without you. You have helped shaped who I am today and for that I thank you. When I think of you i think about all the love that you have to give. I am so lucky to have you in my life and I will always cherish the memories that I have with you.

Benjamin Tucker is a 39 year-old hardworking, family oriented man and I am proud to call him my father. Everything he does is to provide for his family. That is one goal my dad will not give up on. Growing up, I have watched my father start a business, remodel homes, and build all kinds of things, all while working a full time job. My dad is a caring and understanding kind of person. If something was wrong, I know that I could go to him about anything I needed help with and he would give me the best answer that he could. It may take a little bit of Googling, but he always seemed to know exactly what to do. Benjamin Tucker is a hardworking provider, a crafty businessman, and a adventurous, loving father.

My image of my grandmother, bev,is at our rustic cabin in northern Wisconsin, the sharp, rich, smell of fresh roasted Folgers coffee wafting through the modest house. She sits calmly on the couch, eyes glued to the news. Her elegant white hair, wet, rolled up in curlers. Her pink cotton robe laid over a comfy blue long sleeve with a delicate flower stitched onto the left side of her chest, adorned with crystals and sequins. As soon as I would enter the room she would jump to her feet offering me breakfast and asking how I slept. She was always one to care for everyone, she worried how they slept, if they ate. I sometimes thought she worried more about others than herself. She was always thoughtful and kind.

Thank you for reading my post and responding as well. Yes a new practice is being implemented in the place that I work. We just had a new Nurse Manager, and she has implemented a 15 minute huddle which every day before the start of any shift. All nursing staff is expected to attend including the respiratory therapists. Being discussed are the areas that we are falling short, especially on documentation. I have noticed a drastic change since the initiation of this practice.

The first footsteps we've ever taken are the ones that have imprinted the inside of our mothers' stomachs. Mothers don't just give birth to us, they give us a life to live. Now, some might say mothers are supposed to give birth; it's a natural process that is their duty. It's physically straining to have a child, but it takes a true warrior to raise a child. It is often forgotten how much they continuously provide for us and how many sacrifices they make. My mother has been my inspiration, not because of her title as my mother but because she is the prime example of a what I call a hero.

If there's anyone who could brighten up a room full of people arguing over which part of the turkey they want, disagreeing over politics, sharing the latest family gossip, it's definitely him. It's Thanksgiving and as I enter my grandparent’s house, I see him conversing with my aunt who's resemblance is uncanny, as he sips his glass of white wine and instantly looks up at me. It’s my grandfather, Gelo.

I love you with all my heart. I am so blessed to have you as my mom, partner-in-crime, and best friend. A quote that reminds me of the impact you have made on my life and me is “When you’re a child she walks before you to set an example. When you’re a teenager she walks behind you to be there if you should need her. When you’re an adult she walks beside you so that as two friends you can enjoy life together.” Throughout my childhood and now I have always been attached at your hip. I can remember dressing like you, acting like you, trying to be everything that you were, and I still try to do that today. You and I have been inseparable ever since I could walk. We would always play with Barbie’s and put barrettes in your hair. Every day we are together we create lasting memories, laugh until we cry, and smile from ear to ear. Our friendship is a special bond that will last forever. Through laughter, WORRY, smiles and tears

My parents had been married for thirty-four years as the time of her death. During that time, they raised three children and were the proud grandparents of six grandkids. No one had to guess where you stood with my mom – they knew. She gave love and showed compassion to anyone who allowed. Growing up, all of our friends called her “Mama T” because she mothered so many and her last name was Tatum.

You were alive for 19 years of my life, but I only had you for 16 to 17 years of my life. While you there psychically, you were not there mentally or emotionally. I spent my entire life being my own cheerleader. You couldn’t provide me with the type of support I needed. You never could and in the end, you never did. I spent my entire childhood being a mini adult. I spent it being a parent to myself, my siblings and to you; my own mother.

My moms name is Diana Lynn Boucher. She is 44 years old and she was born on January 10 1973. She was born and grew up in turlock and lived on South Kilroy Rd. My mom went to Cunningham elementary school, Turlock junior high, and Turlock high school. When my mom was younger, she used to live on a dairy. My mom has three sisters and one brother. Currently my mom is a stay at home mom but before I was born she worked at medical alert getting information for people's medical alert bracelets. My mom started working at medical alert in 1992 and she quit in 2001. My mom enjoys reading, Cooking, and spending time with her family. My mom and I enjoy going shopping and baking together. My Favorite memory with my mom is going shopping at the boutiques in Boston. My mom's favorite food is homemade cheesecake brownies that my dad is

Year 1861. My dad just left for the war I am really worried about him. What if he does not come home i would hate to barry my dad. It would kill me. And cents I'm the only child who would carry on his name? But life back home is really hard. It's a lot mot work for the family at the farm. Dad is part of the confederate side. We believe that slaves are bad. I mean just because of our skin color we should not make them work for us. We should all be seen as one because in the inside we are all the same.

The modern day world is much different than it used to be one hundred years ago. Conditions now are very different from those of the past, such as how people communicate, dress, and live their daily lives. My grandmother, Linda, agreed to sit down with me and explain the changes and historic events she experienced throughout her lifetime. Her full name is Linda Marie Batye, and she was born on April 26th, 1947, making her sixty-nine years of age. Although she is retired, Linda was an executive assistant at South County Bank in Boone County. After divorcing my grandfather before I was born, she now resides in Columbia with her dog, Squirt. After asking her many questions, I began to weave historic events and her life together.

Ultimately, I chose to give up. Most days I find myself envious of the girls with good mothers. You know, the moms who take their daughters shopping or out for lunch and spa days. The ones who they can gossip and joke around with because, they are more than just their moms. More than anything there are still days where I wish I had that, or even ever had that. I wish I had those memories, that constant support, or just that unconditional best friend that, despite whatever happens, is genetically programmed to always love you.

One day, while my grandmother was reading the daily newspaper I asked, “Grandmother, why do you not talk about my mother at all?”