Having been raised in a single parent home for most of my life along with five of my brothers, Jan, Ron, Rich, Garry and Daryl, and my sister, Cheryl, (there were 7 of us), I have a special appreciation for my mother. My mother, Pearl Lerman Hansen, was a strong woman who put the needs of her children before herself. She sacrificed so much to keep us all together. My mother was an immigrant to the USA with less than a high school education who possessed wisdom and knowledge unseen by many people. Her love, compassion, commitment to family, selflessness, and real true social consciousness with a strong belief in social justice for all have guided me throughout my entire life. Everything I am today, I owe to my mother.
[Special note: My brother Bob and I had the same father, Robert Christian Hansen, but different mothers. Bob was 13 and 1/2 years older than I. Bob’s mother, Margaret, died when Bob was still an infant and Bob was raised by our paternal grandparents, Peter and Agnes Hansen.]
Had my mother lived, she would be 97 years old. However, she died from a cerebral hemorrhage on October 20, 1984 at the age of 62, just 2 months 2 days shy of her 63rd birthday. I am now 8 years 8 months older than was my mother when she died.
My mother may have left this corporal world, but she lives on through me in my heart, mind, and soul. And when I leave this world, may she live on through my children, and my children’s children, and their children, and so on and so forth forever. May Mom never be forgotten; may her blessed memory live on forever.