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Brenda E. (Brady) Zelenack
February 12, 1939 ~ May 11, 2017 (age 78) 78 Years Old Light a Candle
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Message from George Z
June 15, 2017 4:54 PM
The Bond Between Mom and Son
George Zelenack
You were there for my birth
I was there for your death
I remember
Floating about within you listening to the world
When for the first time I heard you talking and singing
Such a soft, loving and reassuring voice
I remember
Teaching me the golden rule, to be open minded and to watch over my younger siblings
Having patience and allowing me to help with chores as I washed dad’s socks in the toilet
I remember
Ensuring me through our mutual tears that everything would be alright on my first day of school
Tolerating and even encouraging my incessant asking of “Why?”
I remember
Playing 500 rummy for hours on end
Conversing about everything with no subject off limits
I remember
Allowing me to cut the apron strings and become independent
While knowing and allowing me to realize that a son can never truly cut all the apron strings
I remember
Accepting my decision to share my love and marry the girl of my dreams
Being overjoyed when becoming a grandmother
I remember
Looking down a long road lined with trees with you far off in the distance and us waving at each other
Hearing, “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Love you!”
Then being startled and woken up by the moonlight suddenly shining on my face through the window
Thinking to myself, “I love you mom!”
George Zelenack
You were there for my birth
I was there for your death
I remember
Floating about within you listening to the world
When for the first time I heard you talking and singing
Such a soft, loving and reassuring voice
I remember
Teaching me the golden rule, to be open minded and to watch over my younger siblings
Having patience and allowing me to help with chores as I washed dad’s socks in the toilet
I remember
Ensuring me through our mutual tears that everything would be alright on my first day of school
Tolerating and even encouraging my incessant asking of “Why?”
I remember
Playing 500 rummy for hours on end
Conversing about everything with no subject off limits
I remember
Allowing me to cut the apron strings and become independent
While knowing and allowing me to realize that a son can never truly cut all the apron strings
I remember
Accepting my decision to share my love and marry the girl of my dreams
Being overjoyed when becoming a grandmother
I remember
Looking down a long road lined with trees with you far off in the distance and us waving at each other
Hearing, “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. Love you!”
Then being startled and woken up by the moonlight suddenly shining on my face through the window
Thinking to myself, “I love you mom!”
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