A Mother is a Mother Always.
by ~ Anita Joyce Skocz  

In memory of of Elizabeth “Libby” Skocz, my mother,  1921 – 2011 

I remember sitting in my appointed place in St. Ignatius School waiting for class to begin. As I looked around the room I noticed my friend’s desk was vacant; she never missed a day of school. Along with this empty desk was a tardy nun, in this timely perfect little world the disruption was strange. Time crept, and the students in this third grade classroom squirmed uneasily.

In what seemed like forever our teacher entered through the colorfully decorated classroom door. Her hands clutched her rosary beads, and with her head looking down, she announced softly and sadly, that our classmate’s mother died. The quiet room broke into a collective sigh. For most of us death was something we talked about in catechism, but had not…