It's been 7 years since Mom died. 7 years. How can that be?
Time has dulled the rough edges of my grief, but there are still times when it sneaks up on me. Suddenly, I'll have a lump in my throat the size of a baseball, my eyes will fill with tears, and somehow I can't remember how to exhale. That's how it hits me. That's when I know Mom is really gone.
I miss her. I always will. It's as simple and as complicated as that.
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Took my granddaughter to the Greenbelt Labor Day Festival today to ride the carnival rides. Saw two men who reminded me of my Dad. Dad died 25 years ago. But that reaction is still with me. It never really goes away, does it? Jeez, TJ, could we be getting older? (:-o) Naah! (;-))
Wow Eileen, I can't believe your dad's been gone 25 years! I think you're right we are getting old!
OK you two, we are getting older but let's not dwell on it. Can't tell you how many times, out of the blue, my eyes fill up and I think of my mom and dad. I get that ache in my chest and I start talking to them. TJ, I miss your mom. It is still weird to see your dad without your mom. They were one of the couples who stayed together. It was always comforting to me.
Love, Mo
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