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| Mama |
| 04.25.06 (11:42 pm) [edit] |
Today, it's been 4 years since Mama passed away. Anybody who's lost someone will understand this - it's surreal, isn't it? Sometimes it feels as if they were here just yesterday, and other times you feel you never really knew them at all. It's like they were just a presence that exsisted in a dream. I always feel I should do something on this day, but what CAN I do, but remember her? There's really nothing I can say that I haven't said before. I just miss her and can't wait to see her again.I was just looking at some cards she'd written to me for a couple birthdays, when I found the little note Dad had written to me sometime during the week after she had passed. I woke up one morning and there was a shamrock-shaped vase full of flowers sitting on the kitchen table. Gosh, that was the only time anybody's ever given flowers to me! Since Mom has just died, I was still in a period where I bottled all my emotions up and tried not to talk about it or think about it. Of course we talked about her, just not that she was gone. Anyway, being in that stage, I had no idea what to do with myself or how to thank Dad for these flowers. The little note that was stuck amongst the flowers was very short and didn't say much, yet it said so much, and it just broke my heart when I read it.  I still have the shamrock vase, also. I think it was something that had been left over from St. Patrick's Day the month before, and Dad knows how much I love shamrocks, Ireland, and anything Celtic. It's now sitting on top of one of my stereo speakers with a bouquet of silk Baby's Breath in it.  Reguarding Mom... I want to live out my life and get married and have a family, but I also can't wait to go Home and see her again. |
posted by: aesav23 (reply)
post date: 04.26.06 (4:33 am)
You mom would be so proud of who you are, Mal.
posted by: aesav23 (reply)
post date: 04.26.06 (4:34 am)
"Your". :o) Love you!!
posted by: Abby (reply)
post date: 04.26.06 (10:41 am)
Yes, your Momma would be very proud of who you are, Mal. I know she's gotta be looking down here at you just all smiling, and saying Hey, that's my girl!
Abby
posted by: (reply)
post date: 04.26.06 (12:18 pm)
Reply to: aesav23
Thanks Anne, I sure hope you're right about that! :D Love you too!!
posted by: dustyjumpwings (reply)
post date: 04.26.06 (12:19 pm)
Reply to: Abby
Abby, the way you said that made me tear up a bit. Thank you! *hugs*
Mal
