Sometimes, at night, I read people’s comments and they make me teary. Like this:
Holidays are special times with family and this year will be the 9th year without my Mother. I do my best to treat people with love and kindness because my mother would be appalled if I did anything less.
When I look back at my mother’s life, I remember that no matter where she went, she lead with love. People knew when she walked in the door (she may have had a loud voice) and she made a lasting impression when she left. People knew her name where ever we went and she never knew a stranger
I remember when my sister was graduating from high school and we went shopping for a dress — fun times. #SheNeverWoreDresses It was a fun time watching her try on dresses though. 😉
I remember when I got pulled over by Mr. Officer (I am pretty sure I was not speeding) and I name dropped mom’s name and he kindly escorted me directly to her workplace to verify my identity. My mother may or may not have scolded me when Mr. Officer left.
I remember the time when I asked my mother, “Where are the damn paper bags?” — I also distinctively feeling the sting of her hand across my face. #TheEnd #WatchYourMouth
I remember hearing MY MOTHER YELL REALLY LOUD when I was playing basketball and SHHHHing the crowd when it was time for me to shoot a free throw. #SheWasMyBiggestFan
I remember my mom being so happy when I graduated from college. She HAD to speak to the counselor to make sure they enunciated my name correctly (she did the same thing in high school).
I remember my mother’s #1 rule: ALWAYS PAY IN CASH. I wish I had always followed that rule.
I remember when my brother was born and my mom said she was done having kids. #HeWasEnough
I remember getting my hair washed with gasoline because my mother was tired of the kids at school spreading lice. I am pretty sure I NEVER got lice EVER again after that. **Note: I am glad I stayed in my room, my parents were smokers.
I remember my mom wanting more out of life yet she never felt like she was good enough. My mom always appeared to have it together — which she did. She just wasn’t confident in herself. #WishICouldHaveDoneMore
I remember my mom’s friends who always had her back. She held them close to her heart and she would do anything for her. #TrueFriendshipRules
I remember disappointing my mother and seeing the hurt in her eyes. What I would give to have never hurt her. #PainHurts
I remember my mother’s funeral. The entire building was filled and I wish I could go back and sit with each one of you to share a memory of mom. You are loved.
I remember rescuing my mother’s ashes from the place that I shall not speak of. My siblings convinced me to return them. #LongStory
I remember just 3 years ago, leaving work and automatically calling my mother on my way home — only to realize that she was not here any more. #RealitySetIn
I remember your smell, your touch, your laugh, your kindness, your mark you made in the lives of paths you crossed.
I love you mom and I can not wait to sit with you again and drink coffee while reading the morning paper.
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