Today is my Moms birthday. Thirteen years gone, and she would have been 83 today.
I miss her. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to chat with her.
I want to tell her so much.
I am certain she sees all but I just want to share with her…get her opinion-hear her thoughts. I will say I think I already know most of them as I hear them in my head.
But I hope you understand that I just miss her voice, her thoughts and everyday things.
Missing my Mom. Doesn’t seem as though it has been thirteen years.
I am adding this: my friend passed away today (Thursday) and I am hurt sick for his wife. She has loved me, and loved on me especially during my time of hurt for past 13 years. His passing was swift. My heart hasn’t caught up just yet. Please pray for her and her family. It will be a hard road for them.
Love and blessings.
Really. Twelve years you are gone, and I still miss talking to you. Happy Birthday Mom.
This past week was the anniversary of my Mom’s passing. It has been twelve years. I miss her.
I had a work trip in Tallahassee, and it went very well. I so wanted to call her and tell her everything that happened. Instead I rambled to Carmen and David, and they listened, laughed, and responded like I hope they would. Mom would have done the same thing, but…
I miss her stroking my hair. I would travel home for a visit, plop in front of her and her lazy-boy chair, and she would just begin stroking my hair. It was relaxing, calming, and re-assuring. Something so simple could mean so much.
I also miss her with my children. I love this picture of them. Her chocolate cake, and snuggles, spoils —like every grandmother should.
I have spoken about this before, but this time of year I really miss my Mom. I crave her presence in everyday things. I searched for this Sandie cookie recipe, and love that I still have her handwritten card. Two versions of it apparently.I was able to replicate her recipe (apparently rum extract was the secret!), and it is wonderful. The cookies were perfect, and will post the recipe and directions later.
I miss her. I miss my Mom, cookies are nice, but it’s not my Mom.
Love and blessings.