Thursday, April 14, 2011

M is for Mom

I miss my mom; she died two years ago.  She was my best cheerleader, confidante, and friend.  We didn’t lose her suddenly.  She slipped away from us and disappeared before our eyes.  When I went to see her, she was there behind her beautiful blue eyes that held me tenderly since my birth.  Radiation took her hearing and sight by the end but she still was the lovely, gentle soul who raised eight of us.  She showed us the grace that had always been hers even at the end of her life. For a long time, I reached to call her to tell her something but caught myself.  Mom is in my heart and my memories.  I can close my eyes and hear her voice, see her hands, her freckly hands and arms, feel her soft touch. She gave me the best of her and pushed me to beyond my own expectations for myself and helped me believe in me.

1 comment:

  1. My mom died unexpectedly almost 3 years ago, so I know what you mean. I still start to call her at times.