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.
Yes, it has been a month — and what a month it has been. Long story short all the grafts from my husbands bypass surgery have disappeared ...
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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.
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