My Mother, My Angel, My Guide
My mother was born Candace Lee Miller on September 30, 1952, in Luzerne County, PA, not far from where my grandfather was born. She was beautiful. Everyone who met her had one of two judgements about her: they either thought she was intelligent, classy, and beautiful, or they were jealous of her. Luckily my father thought she was intelligent, classy, and beautiful and they were married on May 30, 1981. I was born on June 17, 1982, and like my father and many others who had the pleasure of meeting her, I fell in love with her. Everyone has a special bond with his or her mother, but this was different. My mom had a single mission in life: to have a family and to take care of that family whatever the cost. I had an idyllic childhood. Birthdays, Christmas, Easter--all holidays with my mom were magical. She made it a point to record every holiday and milestone with her camcorder, but since she passed away on January 24, 2008, I haven't been able to watch the tapes. One day I might. One thing is certain, though. She is my angel and my eternal guide, helping me to live in this world with the omnipotence that comes from being part of the spiritual world. I am so lucky to have such a gift, and when I pray, I give thanks. The items on this page are memories, and I invite you to share them with me.
A memorial service was held shortly after she passed away, and it was beautiful. Fresh flowers everywhere and a board of photos of my mom and everyone she loved, and wasn't she loved: the venue was packed and people were standing in the aisles. As beautiful as it was, nothing we could've done would have been enough to express the love we all felt for her. Rest in peace, my angel.
It should be said that my mom hated having photos taken of her. They are few and far between, but the four I have posted are my favorites. She especially hated the photo of her holding me in the striped shirt, because she hated the perm and color she had gotten not long before. I'll never forget her coming home with red hair. The photo of us kissing is my all time favorite for obvious reasons.
Obituary & Poem, Both Written By Me For My Mom
Candace "Candy" Emeigh (Nee Miller)
Candace Lee Emeigh (nee Miller), passed away peacefully after a brief course of treatment at Jefferson University Hospital in Philadelphia on Thursday, January 24, 2008. She was 55 years old, and a devoted wife, mother, sister, daughter, and employee of the Lenox Group.
A lifelong resident of Levittown, PA, Candace was content to diligently fulfill her duties at Lenox, care for and build good lives for her family, but would happily refuse a vacation in order to stay home and redecorate. She was proud to reside in the home in which she was raised, having seen both her mother and father, Victoria and Robert Miller, through enduring battles with cancer here. She held the belief that they, along with her brother Robert and aunt Gloria Rehill, would reunite in heaven.
A highlight of her days was the occasional outing with friends from Lenox, and continued friendship through their 8 years of employment together. She treasured her children, Nick, Tim, and Jess; she adored her hard-working husband, Ted; and extolled family including her brother Larry, his wife Lori, and their children April, Bobby, and Leanna; Aunt and uncle Lois and Robert Zimmerman, her cousins; and best friend in youth, Robbie Zimmerman, as a virtuous gift.
A memorial service will be conducted on Tuesday, January 29, 2008 at the James O. Bradley Funeral Home, 260 Bellevue Ave., Penndel, PA. Friends and family will be received starting at 7pm.
My Mother's Eyes
Although the shape you've taken will wither
with time, given shape to my shape,
It is the soul that lies within you that I prize.
A soul given unto my soul.
There will be minutes that will bring us close together, forming days,
and there will be roads we will map together paved with love.
Out of them all, there is no traveling partner whom I'd wish beside me,
if you'd have me, my small life might find its way.
In a lucky life there comes but just one person, whom one loves,
without the hands of this mad world stealing the unowed.
This mystery we share isn't matter weighed like gold that some prize,
Because my treasure lies within your eyes, and in them lies my world.
Thank you for everything. I love you.
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My Mother's Eyes
I Still Dream of You
Still Life with Butter Dish
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