My Mom has been gone for 13 years now and today I had a strange experience. I was sitting at my computer at work and for a millisecond I thought "I want to call Mom", just like I used to. She wasn't just a woman who gave me life, she was my friend. She paid attention to me. She cared about me and my feelings and my well-being. She loved her grandkids with a passion and a fierce love that I have never seen before or since. I enjoy the feeling that I have for my beautiful grandsons and it makes me feel almost closer to my Mom, thinking "This is how SHE must have felt about my kids".......
If I could talk to her today, I would tell her just how much she means to me. How much she MEANT to me. I would tell her that I appreciate all of her love and sacrifice. How I could never repay her for the example she gave me of HOW TO LOVE. She took such good care of her family and friends. She took wonderful care of my Pop. She taught me how to "take on life" and not let anyone step on me along the way. I would tell her how thankful I am for that. I miss you Mom, I think of you everyday, many times a day. You molded me into who I am today. All that is good in me I got from you and Dad. The older I get, the more I resemble you. Not just our faces, our smiles and our dimples, but our spirits and our hearts. I also love with a fierceness. Like you, I tend to give too much and then crash and burn. I wouldn't change it however, it makes me who I am. I love you Mom, and can't wait to see you again one day.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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