My Mama is always as near as the memories in my heart...some days I miss her a lot more than others....it just shows me how important being a mama is....and there is a spot that no other can hold in my life.....kinda like these roots..usually hidden underground but sometimes exposed....and searching for something solid...
but maybe a trip to a nearby town where she and I used to shop every fall when she came to see me on her way back to Florida......yes, that will be nice....and I can remember all I want and then get back to life as it really is tomorrow...
Do you know what this feels like? if you do, you understand.......if not, enjoy your Mama while she is here.......because you will miss her when she is gone....and no one can take her place......ever........
there are some things I would really like to talk to her about and get her input.....
but maybe a trip to a nearby town where she and I used to shop every fall when she came to see me on her way back to Florida......yes, that will be nice....and I can remember all I want and then get back to life as it really is tomorrow...
this kalanchoe belonged to her and it grows in a pot she gave me 25 years ago..
it sits next to this sedum that my Daddy and I bought together.....
next to the rose geranium that smells so good
and my basket of glads from Brent and Becky's......
I'm glad you stopped by today...
I hope you come again soon....
I will be all filled up and optimistic and on to happier days after today...but for today..I am giving myself time to really think about and miss my Mama...just for today...I am taking this down off of the shelf and holding it and embracing it....and then putting it back on the shelf in case I need it again....I refuse to stay stuck in grief and wallow in it but sometimes it just cannot be ignored..today is one of those days.....
please come back again..I appreciate you so much..
Mona
Hugging you from this distance my friend. My maternal relationship was a little more touch and go but sometimes I would like to tell her what I am up to and how CC is doing and I cannot. Olive
ReplyDeleteOh, Mona. I know what you mean. My mother has been gone, since 1997 and I still want to pick up the phone and ask her a million questions - about recipes and relatives and household hints that I cannot remember. I want to share with her all of the news about the children and grandchildren. My heart goes out to you!! The wonderful ending of the story is that, as long as we remember them, they will always be here!!
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