She loved pink!

Mom and Erika

Happy event at granddaughter DeeDee's wedding

Couldn't find any pink roses, but this is a great representation of all the pinks

October 3, 1917 was the year my mother was born. Today would have been her 95th birthday. Longevity is a strong attribute in the Richert family. Grandpa Richert lived to be 92. Mom was 93. But this isn't a story about years. It's about a wonderful woman. My mother.

When I was growing up, I called her "mama". As I moved into my teens, I dropped that title for a more acceptable one--"mom". Mom loved pink--can you tell?

Mom was a wise woman and many people approached her for advice. When she was a pastor's wife, a teacher at school, a grandma, and at her retirement home. People flocked around her. She was always been the "popular girl".  To me she was special--but she was just my mom. Now that she's gone, I really do miss that woman of wisdom. The one who had people clamoring to be around her.

Happy birthday Mama! Greet my dear ones who are there with you, in heaven!