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(crossposted to momlessdaughter)
Someone in the above community had the idea of posting a pic of us with our moms, since most people there have a difficult time with this holiday. Usually I'm ok with Mother's Day, I don't usually feel the need to hide from it. However, every once in a while something will set me off. I had another picture in mind, but it's in album somewhere, that I can't find. This one is in a frame in my room.
(I sent this to both my brothers - so I just copied the email here)
Hope today is treating you ok. I'd thought I was ok with Mother's Day, but then John & I got in a fight for no apparent reason, and I'm suddenly wishing I could talk to mom really badly. Anyway, I wanted to send you this; I know Doug has wanted it for a long time and I'm sorry it's taken me so goddamn long.
This is from Christmas Day '93. I didn't know it would have been my last Christmas with her. Mom and I were arguing that day too, because I was still living in Seal Beach then, and she didn't think I came home soon enough that day, and Grandma was also wondering what we were doing (in typical Laughlin fashion, nobody had made any advance plans). We all decided to go out to Sam's Seafood because nobody felt like cooking, and it was the only place we could find open for dinner that day.
(left to right - runsamuck, me, my grandmother (dad's mom), my dad, and my mom. Dad must have tickled her or something, she didn't normally look like she was laughing for photos. My grandmother is 92 here; she lived for another 8 years - outliving both my mother [who was 56 when she died] and her oldest son, my uncle)
I have no set place to visit - she never wanted a memorial and her ashes are still in my father's closet. It's just as good having a talk with her, doing what we used to do. A scoop of praline pecan ice cream was always her favorite.
Someone in the above community had the idea of posting a pic of us with our moms, since most people there have a difficult time with this holiday. Usually I'm ok with Mother's Day, I don't usually feel the need to hide from it. However, every once in a while something will set me off. I had another picture in mind, but it's in album somewhere, that I can't find. This one is in a frame in my room.
(I sent this to both my brothers - so I just copied the email here)
Hope today is treating you ok. I'd thought I was ok with Mother's Day, but then John & I got in a fight for no apparent reason, and I'm suddenly wishing I could talk to mom really badly. Anyway, I wanted to send you this; I know Doug has wanted it for a long time and I'm sorry it's taken me so goddamn long.
This is from Christmas Day '93. I didn't know it would have been my last Christmas with her. Mom and I were arguing that day too, because I was still living in Seal Beach then, and she didn't think I came home soon enough that day, and Grandma was also wondering what we were doing (in typical Laughlin fashion, nobody had made any advance plans). We all decided to go out to Sam's Seafood because nobody felt like cooking, and it was the only place we could find open for dinner that day.
(left to right - runsamuck, me, my grandmother (dad's mom), my dad, and my mom. Dad must have tickled her or something, she didn't normally look like she was laughing for photos. My grandmother is 92 here; she lived for another 8 years - outliving both my mother [who was 56 when she died] and her oldest son, my uncle)
I have no set place to visit - she never wanted a memorial and her ashes are still in my father's closet. It's just as good having a talk with her, doing what we used to do. A scoop of praline pecan ice cream was always her favorite.