I have always wondered why people would work so hard to remember the day a loved one passed. Now I realize it is impossible not to. One year ago today, I lost my Mom.
Mom - I think of you almost every day, and I miss you. You were so strong, yet gentle. You always knew what I needed before I did,and you provided it. You let me fall, and were always there to help me up. I miss your smile and I miss your laugh.
I will get through the day by remembering all the fun things we did together, or that you did. Your creativy as a Den Mother when C (my brother) was in scouts was second to none. Story: We had a 'train table' in our basement for my brother's train set. It was very large - about the size of a ping pong table. One day, to keep the scouts entertained, she created a game. The idea was to split the boys into 2 teams; one one each side of the table. Ping pong balls were rolled onto the table and the idea was to get the ball over the opposing teams edge of the table. There was a small lip on the edges. No hands were allowed... they had to blow the balls across the table. That game still makes me laugh! I think the mothers were thrilled to pick up their boys after that game... it wore them out !
You were always ready with a helping hand for whoever needed one and that will never be forgotten. I still hear stories from your friends when I see them... and from MY friends through emails.
I love you and miss you, Mom
Thanks for listening.