My Mother’s birthday is approaching. This month she would have celebrated her 82nd birthday. This year in August, also marks the 10 year anniversary of her death.
How is that possible? Has it been 10 years? Seems like yesterday I was answering the phone non-stop day and night as she plunged deeper into Alzheimer’s. The panic in her voice. The same questions over and over.
Mom, I miss you. We used to all take you out to a fancy restaurant because you deserved it to celebrate your birthday. I looked for that special card with just the right words to express my admiration for you. When I was a small child into my teenaged years, I would hand draw (attempt anyhow) you a card each year. Some of them were pretty goofy, but you smiled and gave me a big hug for everyone that I made !
I have most of those cards in a box that you kept. I looked through those cards the other day and tears welled up as I remembered our family.
I feel your spirit even today in our home. I welcome you. I feel you looking out for me and a warm embrace surrounds me at times. That, to me, is comforting.. It somehow makes me feel (if only a teeny) bit better knowing that daddy and Uncle A are there with you.
I can only imagine the fun the three of you have as you did here on Earth. AHH the talks and conversations, the magnificent meals we all shared, the dancing and parties of which you were a gracious hostess, the friends, the albums (yes, albums in those days) whirling around on the turn table – and then it was time for me to say “hi” to all your friends followed by hugs and goodnights… and go to my room…..for the adults to enjoy their evening. I remember your smell as you tucked me in and kissed me goodnight.
All good memories. Brings a smile to face even today.