I have been thinking about my Mom so much lately. Usually there's hardly a day goes by that I don't think of her in some way, but just lately so many thoughts and memories have flooded my mind.
And regrets....there's always those. Wishing I had asked her more questions, or listened more closely to what she had to say. Of course sometimes I did, but more often than not, I didn't. Until it was too late. We seem to get smarter as we get older, but by then, when we've finally gotten smarter, it's often too late. But as much or more than listening, I have so much I would love to say to her, tell her, share what's going on in my life now, get her opinion on things, ask for her help.
Today would have been my Mom's 106th birthday. She was born in 1912 and her body left this earth almost six years ago. She lived about the last ten years of her life in a senile dementia state that gradually worsened over time.
It's nice to think of her dancing or flying or singing up there in the clouds, peeking in on us every once in awhile, watching out for us, being our guardian angel when need be and sending a sign that she is still with us in some way.