one year ago
One year ago today.
It seems so long ago but other times I look out my window and see their house and think I ought to go over and see how mom's doing. Or I'm away from home and have this feeling I should hurry up and get home, mom might need me. When I picture mom the image I see is mom at the very end. That comes first always, still. But then I can start to remember her when she was still strong and brave and the smartest person around. I can remember her signature sneeze (a loud perfectly pronounced A-CHEWWWWWW) which made us all smile. I can remember how much she enjoyed watching Mrs. Bucket. I can remember how she would wake up in the night and want to go looking for John, to make sure he was ok - that was why we hired MaryLou to sleep with her to keep her safely in bed. MaryLou would tell later about what a gift that was to her because she had a very unloving mother and mom would wake up in the night and find MaryLou in bed with her and start to stroke her face and tuck her covers in around her chin. Mom had the lightest touch. Oh well, I could go on and on. I do miss you mom - and - I am glad (I have hope) you have gone on to a better place.