Tribute to My Mother: Mary McLean

Lovingly submitted by: Martha Sanderson

Growing up in rural southern Arkansas, summers were long and hot and filled with family get- togethers. My grandmother Bea lived next door to us, with aunts and uncles and cousins all nearby. There was always a mix of happy occasions and family squabbles and softball games at Myers Field. The favorite place for everyone to gather on the weekends and many an evening was at our house, mainly because of my mom. Mom always had plates of good food and a kitchen filled with great smells and homemade goodies. People raved about her cooking, but it was her loving and her laughter they really came over for. She was the person you could count on to make you feel better whatever was wrong.

Mom died three years ago, and I still think of her every day. As this Mother's Day approaches and summer is near, she is close and on my mind. I often told my Mom I loved her, and she knew I did. But I never had an opportunity to praise her publicly or thank her for all she did and all she was to me and our family.

This tribute is to my Mother, Mary McLean. I know you are watching, Mom. And I hope you meant when you said "It is better late, than never."

We Miss You.

Martha, David and the kids