A son’s credo

My mother wrote this to our local newspaper in 1974. On February 11,1997, on my 41st birthday, my mother Dotty died. She left her husband, nine children, and 22 grandchildren a legacy only a loving, caring mother could leave her children. Well, mom, because you were who you were, we all became loving, responsible, God fearing adults. I will miss you, and my love for you will never fade.

Your son,

Rus Thompson

From a Mother’s Heart

You can not catalog it, you can not even define it. The spiritual uplift that glows so inside as you watch your children grow it can almost conquer the heartbreaking feeling of fear inside mother, inside of me... of the worry I have for my children, it is an ache no one can feel unless you have had the blessed experience of carrying a child inside of you, go through child birth, and to love, to cry for, and try to raise the very best children you know how. I watch my children grow, worrying but loving them every step of the way, and hoping and praying to God as they grow and leave you, that they will be under God’s guidance, because only with his guidance will they survive in this awful world of deception and drugs. They can not go along life’s highway without spiritual help.

Lord God Almighty please watch over them and please Lord make this a better and more understanding world for them. know it has to come from within them, hut they don’t understand. How I cry, worry, and ache for my children who I love so very much. Lord please help me save them, before it is too late for all of us. You will, I know you will. I just have to be patient. It is so hard. Please God guide them and help me to do what I have to do for my children.

They are the plants of thine orchard, the flowers of thy meadow, and the roses of thy garden. Let the raim fall upon them, let the sun of reality shine upon them with thy love, and let the breeze refresh them so that they may be trained, grow, develop, and appear in the utmost beauty in thine eyes sweet Lord.

Dorothy Rio

1935-- 1997