So, I took my Mama flowers, in the 36 degree weather.
Happy Birthday, Mama.
Just when you think you are over it -- you discover you are not.
Ok, so we visited our cardiologist yesterday to get the lay of the land for the Hubs. Seems there is an issue with one of the grafts from ...
4 comments:
I don't think anyone ever "gets over" losing their mother.
Blessings, GM
I don't think so either, GM. Thanks
Actually I don't think I want to get over losing my Mother. I'd hate to have that first raw grief back but I remember her every day. Sometimes I remember things she did. Sometimes I'm glad she can't stop me doing what I want to do! Sometimes there are things I wish I had asked her. Many times I think of things I would love to be able to tell her. It's twelve years since she died.
I agree with you. And, in my logical mind, I wouldn't want her back unless she could be well -- she was so sick and so debilitated that to want her back like that would be pure selfishness. I do remember good things and it makes me smile, I remember being a child and getting in trouble and that makes me smile as well (sometimes!) but yesterday when I looked at that headstone and said happy birthday, I just really missed her and wish she could have seen those flowers. But, I am ok today and looking for the cardinal in the yard.
Post a Comment