As Mothers' Day approaches this year I reflect on the mothers in my life. My own mom was a tough nut. I say that complimentarily. She was my ally and my enemy, my advocate and my detractor, motivator and deflator, agonist and antagonist. She is both the tormentor who locked me in a dark closet and the liberator who taught me I could do anything. She, like all the rest of the world, had her better and lesser qualities. In the final analysis, she instilled in me a sense of obligation and duty to God and man. She has been gone for over two years and I miss her.
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| My mom, Jeanne Anderson Wilson Hubbard with our daughter, Meagan |
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| Mom and me |
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Mom did have a bit of a flair for the dramatic.
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Four generations. Jeanne Anderson, Meagan Wilson Hancock, Mikayla Mae Hancock, and Tim Wilson
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| Jeanne, Mikayla,Jill, Tim at the Mesa Temple. |
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Jeanne, Mikayla, and newborn Maylee
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Jeanne and Mikayla
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| Tim, Nancy Wilson Crouch, Jeanne, Kenny Wilson |
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Final resting place Pima AZ next to her parents with the inscription she requested.
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