I can't tell you how many times since Mom died I've thought, "I've gotta call Mom and tell her..." Sometimes it's big things, but usually it's just the day to day stuff that I want to share with her.
Several times I've actually gotten as far as picking up the phone and dialing before the truth hits me...we don't have that kind of long distance.
Of course, I always talk to Mom in my heart. It's just that sometimes I want more than that. I want to hear Mom's voice.
That's something I can't do anymore. I can't hear Mom's voice at all. I hate that. I can picture her perfectly...it's just her voice I can't hear. I miss it so, so much.
Today would have been Mom's 74th birthday.
To remember her birthday, we all got together this morning for breakfast. It was by no means a somber occasion. In fact, Lily was such hoot at breakfast that she kept all of us in stitches.
I'm sure this sounds strange, but sometimes I forget that Mom never had the chance to meet Lily. I know she would've gotten such a kick out of our little sweetie.
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TJ, I know exactly what you are feeling. Yesterday the memories of your Mom and I overwhelmed me, a few tears were shed and a lot of fun times brought a lot of smiles. I always remind her I'm still mad that she shrunk my white wool sweater. :) And I always remind her to say hello to everyone and to give a special hug to my Cecelia. I think it's a way to comfort outselves and at the same time just have a moment of remembrance.
Aunt Paula
TJ, Bob and I toast special moments at dinner time. Last night's toast was your Mom's birthday. Love her!
I'm sorry for you loss. I'm going through the same thing, except with my Grandmother. I can remeber how she smells, and exactly how she looks, but i can't rememeber her voice. But memories are the best thing that heals (: Happy Birthday to your mom, and praying for your family.
God Bless
-Kirstie
Aunt Paula and Aunt Teresa,
I'm sure I've shared this with you before, but I'm rather embarassed to admit that it wasn't until Mom died that I realized she was so much more than "just" my mother. She was also a wife, a sister...your sister, a daughter, an aunt, a friend.
I was thinking of both of you yesterday, too.
Love you.
TJ
Kirstie,
Hi there. Don't know how you came across my little blog, but thanks for stopping by and for your sweet comments.
I hope time and happy memories of your grandmother will help to ease your sorrow.
TJ
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