I miss you, Mom.
Today is the 20th anniversary of the accident that took the lives of my beloved mother and infant niece.
This is me,âŚwith my beautiful mother.
I miss my mom. More than you might understand.
Then again, if youâve lost your mother, you may know what I mean.
20 years ago, my mother was on a road trip with my little sister, and her twin daughters, only three weeks from their first birthday.
Mom fell asleep at the wheel.
For more information of that even and how itâs affected me, my family, and the creation of WantedHeroâŚ.and Life Of Fiction, read:
How to Succeed at Fiction By Failing: Part Two
Today Marks 20 Years of Pain and Loss
There are many ways to look at losing a loved one.
There are many ways to copeâŚto deal with that hole in your heart that cannot be filled by another, because your loved one owns that portion of your heart.
Thatâs okay. Youâll survive.
Probably.
âŚpossibly.
I hope.
For me, I usually do fine, until Iâm reminded.
The intentions are kind. I truly believe that. But for me, this is about moving on and holding only the fondest of memories, the best of stories, and sharing that with my children. With my grandchildren.
My motherâŚis the best of women.
My personal belief, which I hold as real as the beat of my own heart, is that God never made a better woman than my mother.
He made equals, to be sure,âŚbut never better.
She was kind, patient, soft spoken, never spoke ill of others, and chastened me greatly if I did. She encouraged my talents, pointed out the beautiful talents in others, and alwaysâŚ.alwaysâŚgave me hope.
My beloved mother was an anchor in my life, and tried to teach me how to see the best in others. To forgive quickly (and always), while standing up for what was right, at all times, in all places.
But you know what I loved most about my mother?
I have two favorite things.
She loved God and Jesus Christ so deeply, so quietly, I could feel it from head to toe when she spoke of them, and;
âŚshe adored my father. There was a belief in her, centered upon the potential of my father, powered by her love, that she told me on more than one occasion, âI believe your father can do anything, if he has a mind to do it.â
I adopted that same love and adoration for my father, which still beats in my heart to this day.







20 Things I Remember About Mom
To lighten this 20 year mark, I wanted to try and remember some of the best personal things I experienced or know about my mother. Iâm also making this post open to the public, because Iâd love to hear from those who knew her. To read YOUR positive experiences with Rosina Lee Buckley.
Here we go.
She had me first. Iâm grateful my mom had me first, not because Iâm any better than any of my siblingsâŚbecause Iâm not. Now that Iâm 54 years old, I think I was born first because Iâm the weakest of my siblings. If you met any of my brothers or sisters, youâd see how ridiculously amazing they all are. I needed more time to be trained by this saintly woman,âŚso I could survive.
She took us kids to Golden Gate Skating every Tuesday. That was back when Jonboy (not real name) was still in a crib. We kids would skate with mom, while the employees (usually the âcandy girlsâ behind the counter) would watch the baby.
She read us âThe Hobbitâ every year. Mom loved reading Tolkien, as did dad, and knew more about that fictional world than anyone Iâve met.
She would watch Mutual of Omahaâs Wild Kingdom, and then The Wonderful World of Disney with us every Sunday evening. That was our family snuggle TV time once a week.
Mom watched the original âFlashâ TV show with me - 1990-1991.
Mom watched the original Dr Strange TV show with me - 1978.
Mom shared my love for Elfquest when I was a kid (1980-1986).
Mom taught me, and all my siblings how to âproperlyâ TP a house. Not revealing any more details than that. =)
Mom (and Dad) used to go on double dates with me. I know, I know, weird, right? Not really. My parents were so cool and fun to be with, my dates and girlfriends only had to go out once with my parents, and they were hooked. In fact, for my girlfriendâs 16th birthday (Cologne Hoffman), we went to Tahoe to a dinner show to see Sammy Davis Jr. (one of her favorite singers). We had front table center, about 15â from his performance!
Mom could laugh like a witch and on halloween, would sit on the porch and pretend to be a stuffed mannequin. When kids got closer, shed cackle and make âem shriek.
Mom had a passion and appreciation for popcorn. This passion has been passed down through kids and grandkids. We buy 50lb bags at a time, and have perfected making it just like the theaters in the 50âs. Want the perfect popcorn eating experience? Try using âFLAVICOLââŚyouâll never eat it another way. YUM.
Mom always said, âWhy ruin cake batter by cooking it?â Yup, she would make cake batter and we would share the bowl over a movie.
Mom and I shared the same favorite pudding. Butterscotch. Nuff said.
Mom had a gift for poetry. Iâm not a fan of poetry, yet she wrote things that moved even me. In fact, she gave my grandfather 5000 poems that he put into our churchâs archives.
Mom was an advocate for happiness. âI donât want to wait to be happy,â she would tell me. âI choose to be happy now, while Iâm living life AND in the afterlife. Iâd suggest you choose the same.â
Mom convinced me that nothing was impossible. My brother and I were placed in a special program in high school, if I remember correctly, because we were allergic to a chemical in the paint used. This program was originally created for advanced students, so the teacherâŚâPatââŚtaught us how to learn. Mom said I could finish school at my own speedâŚ.so I did. It took roughly 5 months to complete high school, with a 4.0 and a scholarship to college.
All MY friends called her âMomâ. She was there for all kids. All the time. My friends loved her because she listened, she was cool, and no,âŚshe was never a pushover.
Mom was known as the station wagon drag-race queen. To teach disrespectful teens a lesson, sheâd race the wealthy kid in our area in the family station wagonâŚand dust âem. I often rode in the very back, pointing and laughing at the screaming teens losing the race. Especially when they got pulled over by the cops.
Mom took me to the original showing of âThe Dark Crystalâ, and bought me the movie graphic novelâŚAND a new pad and pencilsâŚso I could draw the characters during the movie.
My mom was a hula instructor, and could shake her hips like no white woman youâd ever seen.
I Miss You, Mom
I know this is a break in the process here at Life of Fiction, but my mother was at the core of my fictional growth, my inspiration while she lived, and a person I wanted to emulate.
Honestly, if it wasnât for my mother, Life of Fiction wouldnât exist.
Today is dedicated to Rosina Lee Buckley.
My mother.






She sounds like a wonderful woman. God bless her soul and God bless you and your family on this day and forever. Sending all the prayers, love, and hugs your way. Feel free to reach out if you need anything đđŤ