In Loving Memory of Phyllis J. Peterson
We called my mother the energizer bunny. From 5 a.m. to 10 p.m. her battery ran at top speed. If she wasnít cooking a new recipe or baking 50 pies for the Ice Cream Social, she was sewing, creating a new craft, or out walking and marveling at nature. She definitely lived fully. She also loved wastefully. As I look back on her life I can see this abundant love given to so many people and I was one of the recipients. My mother was my Den Mother for Cub Scouts. We had our meetings at a friendís house since we lived in a travel trailer. Each Tuesday, my mother would be there to greet us with some amazing craft or some skits she had written for us to perform at the next Pack meeting. I never doubted that she would be there on Tuesday whether it rained or snowed or was a nice day. However, my mother didnít drive and my friendís house was a mile away on a busy highway. I never gave it a thought then but my mother must have walked every week along the highway, so we could have Cub Scouts. What love. Thank you, mom.
Given by Tim O. Peterson