Nancy Husisian
During her teen years we didn’t get along very well although Leon always said we were either arguing or going shopping together. I don’t know who was more relieved when she left for Cornell - us or her.
She went through a period in her twenties when she questioned our lifestyle, our values, everything we did, but as she matured she came to understand us, appreciate us. Apparently she had some ideas about marriage that were unrealistic, that she thought people should always get along, never disagree or argue or the marriage was bad. Age cured her of that illusion. When she had her first child and went through some of the difficulties of setting a schedule and getting through toilet training she called me in desperation. “Mom!” She wailed over the phone. I smiled at Leon and said, “I’ve been waiting years for this call.”
She had always felt I was too demanding, too over-protective, too overbearing as a mother. Now she wanted to emulate me with her two children. I was her role model.
She was more than my daughter. She was my best friend. She did years of work on herself, her attitudes, improving herself and trying to be the best person she could be. Anyone who has gone to her web site or read her book knows the truth of this.
She was a talented artist as her paintings and her graphic design work shows. The wizard, which is the logo of our car wash, was designed by her when she was a senior in college.
She worked on her philosophies, her mind set, and she was always looking for a getter way to do things. She worked on herself physically and because she had a lot to work with she was beautiful. I loved buying clothes for her because she was so beautiful. People were always amazed that someone who looked like her was such a nice person.
When she was hit with such an undeserved and unexpected diagnosis she handled it with courage and intelligence. She worked with the doctors, became very informed, and participated in her treatment. Getting a year of complete remission is more than most people with that diagnosis get. She focused on her children, her book, moving back home, and offering hope to other cancer patients. She was a inspiration to many.
One of my most valuable possessions is a framed testament to our relationship that she sent me for Mother’s Day in 1999...................
I Remember You
with your hair curled, on your way to go out to dinner. You
were always happy then, and it made me happy.
............doing a handstand in the pool on vacation and at the YWCA.
We’d take turns to see who could keep their legs the
straightest.
............staying up late to type a report for me because I’d waited till
the last minute to write it. Thank you.
............taking us kids to McDonald’s Friday mornings for breakfast
and bringing us to school late for homeroom.
............listening to me while you cleaned the kitchen. Listening to me
while I lay on your bed. You were always interested in me.
............picking out stacks of books for me to read. You always picked
out books for me better than I picked them out for myself.
............bringing us all to Bus Horigan’s for lunch. I always got grilled
cheese and it was so much fun to be there.
............buying me a television for my first apartment. It’s ten years
later and I still watch it every day. Thank you.
............crying, because I cried, when I tried on clothes just a week
after Katelyn was born and my belly still looked so bad.
............taking my side, always. Thank you, thank you.
I love you, Mom
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