Tuesday, May 26, 2026

My Mom's Legacy of Love

 

My mom always looked and acted younger than her age. I can remember when she wore her auburn hair in a ponytail and everyone thought she was one of the kids. When someone is getting older, people jokingly say they are X number of years young, but my mom was actually 99 years young.

I am so thankful that I joined the Capps Family Band while Mom was still playing with the band. We practiced twice a month, and I saw more of my family than I had since I had become an adult. Mom was a favorite at the nursing homes where we played music for the “old” folks, most of whom were younger than Mom. 

I talked to Mom every day, and I went to see her as often as I could. When Mom and I visited, we never ran out of things to talk about. When I called her the last time, she picked up the phone and said cheerfully, “Well, my phone does work.” We had a good conversation and talked about taking naps since neither of us had slept well the night before.

Mom loved to travel by car or train, but she didn’t like flying. She traveled with family and friends, and loved the Girl’s Trips that we took for several years. The last trip we took was a day trip to Branson to watch her favorite performer, Daniel O’Donnell.

Mom, Aunt Freida, and Lainey made several train trips to California to visit Uncle LeRoy and Aunt Dude. On one trip, Aunt Freida thought they were on the wrong train and she stepped off. While she was away, the train pulled out for its destination. Mom, Lainey, and Freida’s purse traveled on. Lainey was worried about her “momma,” but Aunt Freida was on the next train. 

Mom also enjoyed the Alaskan cruise with Tom and Teresa. I was her roommate and had to help her find her way to the dining room, but she easily found her way to the casino.

Mom liked to go to the “boat” and one time someone asked me if the boat was on the Lake of the Ozarks or Truman Lake. Recently, Reta took Mom and Lebetta to Boonville, and I drove over to join them. Mom had a favorite machine, but someone was playing on it. When Lebetta saw the machine was open, she tilted the chair forward and told the guy playing slots close by that she was saving it for her sister-in-law. When I started to put the chair down for mom, the guy said, “That machine is saved.” I told him it was saved for us. Mom had to go to the bathroom so I sat at the machine. I said, “My mom is 99 years old.” He said, “That’s what the lady that saved it said. but your mom sure doesn’t look 99.” I told mom later that he thought some young chick was trying to steal an old lady’s machine.

Mom had a zest for life and considered every day a good day because she woke up that morning. Mom was good hearted but she wasn’t a push over. Mom was never afraid of hard work, and she went from the factory floor to the plant manager of Amex/Perfection Manufacturing. Although she retired in 1995, every time I met a former employee, they always said she was the best boss they ever had.

Mom was a woman of abiding faith. She was active in the Ivy Bend Baptist Church for many years where she served the church as treasurer and Sunday School teacher. She was the song leader and played her guitar. Mom was an original charter member of Big Rock Church. Faith was an everyday activity for Mom. She prayed over every meal, and she prayed for her loved ones by name every night at bedtime.

Mom was the heartbeat of our family. The Capps Clan was blessed that Lula Ellen Capps lived a long, active life for 99 years, 111 days. Her children, son-in-law, daughters-in-law, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren, sisters-in-law, friends, former in-laws, nieces and nephews are charged with holding her warmth and love in our hearts. We need to be worthy of the personal legacy she has gifted us.

Trudy Capps Garcia wrote: It’s such an honor to be 1 of the 90 grandbabies. What a life! What a blessing it was to know her, love her, and call her ours.

When I wrote that I couldn’t imagine a more loved person than Mom, her granddaughter Amy Weis wrote, “Not only was she greatly loved, she loved greatly.”

I want to end with this poem I found a few days ago that Mom wrote about her own mother shortly after her death in 1984.

 

 

Mommy

She was a just a little old lady,

She was crippled and hardly could see,

She had raised eight of her children,

My brothers and sister and me.

 

She had lost dad and our two brothers,

Her family, her mom and her dad,

So she has known more hurt than we do,

And sometimes, I know she was sad.

 

But she also had something within her,

That reached to anyone who

Needed a shoulder to cry on,

Or someone just to talk to.

 

She loved us and let us all know it,

And her love will live on in the heart

Of all of us who called her “Mommy”

And from us this will never depart.

 

For Mommy is only sleeping,

She will never really go away,

A part of her will always be with us,

Until we meet her in Heaven someday.

 

Written by Lula Capps, February 10, 1984

Note: My mom helped me care for Jim, and for many years was a volunteer and advocate for the Alzheimer’s Association. We were so blessed to have her for more than 99 years and doubly blessed that she was mentally sharp and in good health until the day she passed. Her life was a testament to a life enriched by loving and being loved.

 

Copyright © May 2026 by L. S. Fisher

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Friends Are Family

 

A famous quote about friendship, attributed to Edna Buchanan, is “Friends are the family we choose for ourselves.” In my case, my family is my closest and constant friends.

Throughout life, each of us get to know a lot of people. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my lifetime, it is that no one is an “average” person. The estimates of how many people this mythical average person meets in a lifetime can range from 10,000 to 40,000, which is quite a span. The question is not how many people you meet, but the quality of the people you meet.

Although we may meet thousands of people, most people have three to five close friends at any given time. We all know that people move in and out of our lives, including close friends. In a lifetime, most of us will have twenty to thirty significant friendships.

When we think about what makes us like our friends, it is often because we share common interests which change as we age. One of my best friends in school was the one girl that liked the Beatles as much as I did. Sharon and I listened to their music, learned everything we could about them, and went to see their movies.

As a young married woman, Jim became my closest and best friend. Of course, the fact that I was crazy in love had a little to do with it.

His family became my family and my sister-in-law Dinah became my friend. We both had young kids, liked to go to garage sales, and spent a lot of time together. Dinah pointed out two elderly ladies walking arm-in-arm down the sidewalk. “That will be us someday,” she said.

When Jim developed dementia, I became involved with the Alzheimer’s Association. In 2000, I went to my first Alzheimer’s forum in DC where I met a lot of like-minded people with common goals. I made additional friends, but I forged a special friendship with Jane, Sarah, and Kathy. Our friendships were not defined by space or distance. We considered ourselves sisters of the heart.

My twentieth Alzheimer’s Advocacy Forum would have been in 2020, but the meeting was cancelled due to Covid. I have not been able to attend since then, but my three friends still hold a special place in my heart and always will.

 I made many other friends during my volunteer work with Alzheimer’s, at work, church, in writers guild, Sedalia Business Women, reconnecting with high school friends for monthly lunches, through playing music, through extended family, and random encounters. I believe the “average” number of friends isn’t even close.

Friends are the people that we care about whether or not they are present, and we mourn their loss when they are no longer a part of our lives. They are the ones we think about at random moments and remember the good times, or the sad times.  Friends are the people we worry about when they are going through difficult times.    

The best thing about my good friends is they like me for who I am. I don’t have to pretend to be anything other than myself, and they don’t have to pretend either. We may not agree on everything, but with mutual respect and kindness, it doesn’t really matter.

My friends are my family, and family is my friends. 

 

Copyright © May 2026 by L. S. Fisher

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