HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
By: Nancy Ellen Gottschall Brundrett
THANK YOU FOR ALL THE TIMES I CAN LOOK BACK AND SMILE
THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS GOING THAT SECOND MILE
THANK YOU FOR BEING FILLED WITH LOVE
I NOW KNOW YOU WERE INFLUENCED BY JESUS ABOVE
WITH YOU AND JESUS I'VE WALKED DOWN LIFE'S ROAD
UNDERSTANDING YOU WERE BOTH THERE TO HELP CARRY THE LOAD
WITH MY LIFE NOT BEING YET YOUNG OR OLD
YOU ARE IN THE TWILIGHT OF A BEAUTIFUL LIFE'S STORY TOLD
MY ONLY WISH ON THIS MOTHER'S DAY
IS TO HOPE ONE DAY I WILL LOOK BACK AND SAY
THAT I WAS AS GOOD A MOTHER AS YOU ARE TODAY
PLEASE CONTINUE TO SHINE THE LIGHT MY WAY
Love and respect forever.....I will continue to celebrate your life through mine, after all, I am made up of half of you already....
Nancy, your only daughter
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Mary Sue Gottschall, 86, of Victoria, died Thursday, Nov. 4, 2004.
She was born Oct. 25, 1918, in Mangum, Okla., to the late Methodist Hix and Juliana E. Derrick Mills. She was a homemaker. Survivors: husband, Robert Gottschall; daughter, Nancy Brundrett of Boerne; sons, Robert B. Gottschall of Wimberly, and Mark T. Gottschall of Lawrence, Kan.; brother, Colonel Frank Mills of Virginia Beach, Va.; six grandchildren; and three great-grandchildren.
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This is my mom's obituary as written in the paper. It doesn't even scratch the surface of the life story of my "beautiful inside" mother. She was the pure, innocent example of a Christian mom. She taught me about Jesus when I was very young. She held me when I was afraid. Mom taught me to pray. Her life was and is the truest example of how to let God love other's through her life.
She always was for the underdog. Mom never had an unkind word to say about anyone or anything. Her love poured into her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. We are all so blessed to now know that mom is dancing again in the heavenly realm of God's streets of gold. She always deserved to live in a mansion!
I miss your tender eyes that would just look at me with so much love. I miss the softness of your frail hands. I miss your little smile you would give me. I miss your voice that would say,
"I love you Nancy."
Rest in peace with Christ,
Nancy, your only daughter.
