six years ago,
I spent the last night
of my Mom's life with her.
Most of the rest of the family
was here, in my home too.
It was good to be together.
I have the funeral of Harmon Killabrew
playing in the background.
A fictitious character died
on a favorite TV show this week.
It's hard not to feel sad.
I relive May 21, 6 years ago often.
The sequence of events play over and over
in my head and on my heart.
All of the days preceding her death,
while she lived with me and I cared for her,
are a non ending tape running
through my mind.
On Mother's Day this year,
I posted the above picture of my Mom on here
as well as on Facebook.
Long time friends wrote
such nice things about my Mom.
Many said she looked like a
We lived in a very small town.
The population when I graduated
was around 360 people.
Yet my Mom, offered a blend
and home spun
hospitality that wasn't
I loved her closet.
It was filled with the most gorgeous clothes,
fancy shoes, purses to match and jewelry.
I can still smell her perfume.
She attended a governor's ball
and hosted many political candidates (even presidential
candidates in our home.
More important than all of that though...
she could throw down a hot dish with
wonderful sides and deserts to
entertain a crew of my siblings friends
(many 6 foot plus football players included)
or just to have the neighbors over,
at the drop of a hat.
A few of those "kids"
that were in our home back then,
wrote to say they remembered her kindness.
If any of you are reading this,
know she never forgot YOU either.
Aileen, Judy, to name a few,
I hope you're reading this.
She baked all of our bread
for a long time.
She loved her flowers,
especially bachelor buttons.
She had a wonderful laugh.
I miss that laugh.
Was she perfect?
No. Of course not.
No one is.
But she loved me.
She was my cheerleader.
I miss her every day.
I'm convinced that the only reason
I have been able to carry on for the
last 6 years is because of my children.
That's why it hurts so much
when I hear of mothers and daughters
fighting or arguing.
I can't say it enough,
forever on earth does not exist.
We only get one chance to
get this life right.
I don't want anyone
to have any regrets
upon the loss of a loved one.
If I can help just
one person go to someone they care about
and tell them they are forgiven
and that they love them,
my life will have meant something.