Memoir for My Mother

This year, as the vacations are stemma to come upon us, Brenda Najera is reminded of what she misses most. Brenda Najera, my mother, is a reinforced headed, loving, smart woman in her mid-forties. Brenda stands about 55 , has bright spunky eyes, and long, solid blonde hair, evermore d adept up in those big Texas curls. And, my mom is never without a full expect of makeup. Brenda is also a heavier set woman due to her long, aphonic work in the piece and family events that revolved around any(prenominal) amazing menu she had mean for her large family. Her life has unceasingly been about family and being in that location for every important event, from a birthday to a holiday and even a straight A  report visiting card from one of her three children or five grandchildren.\nIn 2010 that every(prenominal) changed; she had to move 1000 miles away(p) from her family and friends from Euless, Texas to Moab, Utah. The recession had my employer near a shutdown and even thou gh I had applied for hund violents of positions in the area I wasnt getting any responses  says Brenda. Out of the blue, a recruiter contacted me and I started the interviewing process for a position out of state. The lodge had double digit growth, no debt, and the offer to join their company was a raise in pay. And, they covered my relocation, so I felt I had no choice.  Brenda and her husband made the exhausting move in January to repulse the position with The synergy Company, which produces perfect supplements for lifelong wellness (The Synergy Company). She became their Director of Procurement.\nMoab, Utah, home to Arches and Canyonlands guinea pig Parks, is surrounded by most of the most stunning red rock landscapes on Earth. Moabs quaint combination of sm entirely lapse town hospitality, beautiful vista and the cool waters of the carbon monoxide gas River have made it one of the most sought later on destinations in the southwest (City of Moab). Although she has move to a beautiful government agency that she loves Najera states I miss all of the...