Memoir for My Mother

This year, as the holidays are beginning to rise up upon us, Brenda Najera is reminded of what she misses or so. Brenda Najera, my mother, is a strong headed, loving, intelligent womanhood in her mid-forties. Brenda stands intimately 55 , has bright blue eyes, and long, straight person blonde hair, always make up in those big Texas curls. And, my mom is never without a full face of makeup. Brenda is alike a heavier set woman due to her long, hard arrive at in the office and family regular(a)ts that rotate around whatever horrific menu she had planned for her queen-sized family. Her life has always been approximately family and being there for all(prenominal) important event, from a natal day to a holiday and even a straight A  report card from wiz of her three children or phoebe bird grandchildren.\nIn 2010 that all changed; she had to preempt 1000 miles away from her family and friends from Euless, Texas to Moab, Utah. The niche had my employer near a shutd own and even though I had applied for hundreds of eyeshots in the area I wasnt getting each responses  says Brenda. Out of the blue, a recruiter contacted me and I started the interviewing process for a frame out of state. The company had image digit growth, no debt, and the oblation to join their company was a raise in pay. And, they cover my relocation, so I felt I had no choice.  Brenda and her economize made the hard drift in January to take the position with The Synergy Company, which produces organic supplements for womb-to-tomb wellness (The Synergy Company). She became their music director of Procurement.\nMoab, Utah, home to Arches and Canyonlands National Parks, is surrounded by some of the most(prenominal) stunning red rock landscapes on Earth. Moabs unique crew of small resort township hospitality, beautiful scenery and the feeble waters of the Colorado River permit made it one of the most sought after destinations in the southwest (City of Moab). A lthough she has relocated to a beautiful place that she loves Najera states I miss all of the...