housedad
04-17-2009, 12:38 AM
My mother, Ada P. Rogers, passed away on Tuesday morning from complications of cancer. She was 80 years old.
She put up a long and hard fight, but the Lord finally called her to him. This was her second fight after beating it 15 years ago.
Mother was a rock. She was reared on the Everglades during the Depression, living in tents during those years. The life she lived made her the strongest willed person that I have ever known, with the largest amount of simple and complex common sense anyone could hope to ever have.
It was our mother that showed each of us what a gun was and how to shoot it. She taught my brothers, sister, and I how to hunt, to skin, to tan, and how to train a hunting dog, as father was working so much. She still went to he range and shot her Model10 S&W up till the time she was diagnosed with this cancer.
Her belief that firearms were an important part of making a person with a strong mind, she made sure that each of us recieved a rifle and a pistol for our 16th birthday.
She had educated herself, and we remember how she would tutor us in our math and physics during high school. Remarkable how far she had taken herself.
She was a central anchor point for our family, and was the reason that all of us were so close. No matter what, she loved with out even the slightest doubt. She truly showed total and unconditional love to her family throughout her life. We learned how to love from her.
Her wisdom, guidance, and most especially, her love will be greatly missed.
I, and our family, are thankful for all the prayers that folk on this board have made for her.
She put up a long and hard fight, but the Lord finally called her to him. This was her second fight after beating it 15 years ago.
Mother was a rock. She was reared on the Everglades during the Depression, living in tents during those years. The life she lived made her the strongest willed person that I have ever known, with the largest amount of simple and complex common sense anyone could hope to ever have.
It was our mother that showed each of us what a gun was and how to shoot it. She taught my brothers, sister, and I how to hunt, to skin, to tan, and how to train a hunting dog, as father was working so much. She still went to he range and shot her Model10 S&W up till the time she was diagnosed with this cancer.
Her belief that firearms were an important part of making a person with a strong mind, she made sure that each of us recieved a rifle and a pistol for our 16th birthday.
She had educated herself, and we remember how she would tutor us in our math and physics during high school. Remarkable how far she had taken herself.
She was a central anchor point for our family, and was the reason that all of us were so close. No matter what, she loved with out even the slightest doubt. She truly showed total and unconditional love to her family throughout her life. We learned how to love from her.
Her wisdom, guidance, and most especially, her love will be greatly missed.
I, and our family, are thankful for all the prayers that folk on this board have made for her.