Today, I wanted to pick up the phone to talk to my mother. I wonder if it gets easier. Today would have been her 84th birthday.
I share this piece from five years ago (2013) to honor her again on her birthday.
I woke up this morning wanting to pick up the phone to call to wish her, “Happy Birthday, Mom!“
She would have been 79 years old today.
It still is hard to believe my mother is gone from this physical world. It’s been nearly two years. I wonder if it ever becomes believable.
Though not “close” by what others’ definitions might be, my Mom and I had a unique relationship.
In some ways, we were as different as night and day.
But in other ways…
There was a time when I would have never admitted that we shared anything in common.
Nowadays, I often tell my friends, “You’ve just met my mother, Marian!” as I laugh (or cringe) while recognizing her voice and words coming out of my mouth.
And there are times I see her facial expressions in photographs of me or staring back at me…
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