No Tombstone...My Tribute to Mom

That sunny day...at 'Marineland' :)

They all have names from 'Twin Oaks' to 'Miller', perhaps 'Oakland' or 'Valley View, many are 'Evergreen' and 'Pioneer,  yet few 'Tumalo' or 'Bilyeu'. But in none lies Elizabeth Anne (Jopp), so in our memory forever she'll stand.

Like watching planes out of LAX, or Marineland on a sunny day…Dancing to the 'Big Bopper', enjoying her every sway. There's graduation in 68' or the camping days in the 'Crazy Eight'. Though no marker in which to drive...the lady called mom...forever will survive. 

A short motorcycle ride SE from home

In simple words they tell of life, like 'loving mother' or my 'darling wife'. Often flowers, a flag, or a cross, placed by one who cared and suffers by their loss. Yet none for Elizabeth Anne, so in our memory forever she'll stand.

Riding bikes and falling too, hand-made blankets for me and you. Laughing, grinning and playin games. Singing Elvis back in the day. Tellin of stories where we get lost...along the way.

Wind and rain mar the words no longer read. They told the story of the parted, the dead. A place to go and say goodbye. I love you, I miss and somedays I cry. But never forgotten our Elizabeth Anne...for this is why...

Viola, a little known community

You gave us love and strength, hope for another day. You taught us with more than words could ever say. Proud you'd be of the life we're living, we learned from the best, that the best is just giving. 

Blooming...a place of rest

In simple words they tell of life, like 'loving mother' or my 'darling wife'. Often flowers, a flag, a cross, placed by one who cared and suffers by their loss. Yet none for Elizabeth Anne, so in our memory forever she'll stand. In our memory forever she'll stand...

Our mother died on May 25, 1989, exactly 26 years from today. Her ashes were rightly spread by our dad Bob Jopp while flying in the airplane they so loved. I'm quirky in the sense that while riding across the county-side on my motorcycle I often will make a stop at a Cemetery. The above blog tells of the thoughts I have at times, reflecting that mom has no marker...yet in our memory forever she stands. Perhaps one day we'll place a bench, a brick and some other marker somewhere. A small airport seems to be the logical choice...Today is Memorial Day. Yes a day for her memorial!