It has been (what feels like) forever ago since the last time I saw my Mom. Yet, it is difficult to believe that it will be four years next month since she passed from this earthly world.
On the eve of Mothers’ Day, I find myself thinking about the last Mothers’ Day that she was alive.
I flew down to California to spend a few days. She was still in a rehab facility, and we were trying to come up with a plan to get her back to her home.
I do not remember a lot about that day. In fact, my memories might be inaccurate, as I was making the trip down every couple of weeks to do what I could. Some of the details (below) about who was there and what all transpired is now a bit fuzzy for me.
I do remember that several of her friends and family members (those who live in California) came to visit. I also seem to remember my sister-in-law giving Mom a haircut that day. I am sure that Mom and I played dominoes for a couple of hours.
For dinner, I went to El Pollo Loco and brought back dinner to share with her friends, Joann and DeeDee, my sister Erika, Mom and me. I think we had enough food for twice as many. We all sat in the big entry room, visiting and celebrating Mom that day. I think we all knew it would be the last Mothers’ Day with her.
Much has happened since Mom has been gone, as life continues to tick away. For some of it, I am glad that she was spared having to live through it to watch the struggles that any of her loved ones have faced without her here.
So many times, I have wished I could pick up the telephone to call her. I truly miss her tender heart veiled in sarcastic banter. I did not always know how to take it, but I have come to understand how her brand of humor helped her get through the trials of her life. I find her style of words coming out of my own mouth a lot more nowadays.
There are very few pictures that I have of the two of us in our adult years. She did not like having her picture taken, which you can see in her expression.
It had been a long day and, had I realized how bad I looked, I would not have allowed this one to be taken. (I also look very different four years later than I did in this photograph, as I did not know that I was also quite ill at that time.) Yet, it is one of my favorite pictures that I have of the two of us.
Tomorrow, I will miss being able to call my Mom, but I will spend some time celebrating the woman that she was and always will be.