08/02/2026
Dear Mom,
Where do I begin? You taught me so much more than words can ever express. You taught me how to write, play the piano, pray, be kind, stay humble, be thankful, stand strong, be patient, and always share with others. Most of all, you taught me compassion and how to have a heart for serving people.
When I was just seven years old, you enrolled me in the Boy Scouts and Cadets. Neither of us knew those early lessons in character and service would lead me to serve our nation in the Marines, the Army, multiple combat deployments, the Department of Defense, and a lifetime of serving fellow veterans. That journey began with you.
You also gave me the gift of music. Because of your encouragement, I was blessed to play piano in churches, on military bases, and with a college gospel choir. Your love for Gospel music, the Bible, and praising God filled our home with faith and hope. You had the gentlest spirit and an amazing love for God's creation—especially cats. You truly were a "cat whisperer."
When life threw its hardest curveballs, you always knew how to steady my spirit with wisdom, prayer, and quiet strength. While other kids spent summers at camp, you encouraged me to spend mine at the Wyandanch Public Library, challenging myself to read book after book. You taught me that knowledge, discipline, and faith would open doors no one could close.
You faithfully served others—through church, the community, neighbors, family, and friends. You were a dependable mother, sister, companion, and friend whose life reflected commitment, faithfulness, and unwavering love for God.
One story I will always treasure is the dream you had before I was born. You dreamed of American flags but didn't know why. Years later, after my military service took me around the world, you believed God had given you a vision of the path He had already prepared for your son.
Before you left us, you made me promise that if you were unable to finish telling your story, I would do it for you. I humbly, gratefully, and faithfully accept that responsibility. I will finish your story and share it so your faith, love, and legacy continue to inspire others for generations to come.
I am eternally grateful to God for giving me the incredible privilege and honor of calling you my mother.
Rest in peace, Mom.
Janet Louise Pendelton Mitchell
With all my love,
Robby
