My mother died 20 years ago today.
Damn, that’s a long time ago.
Awww. My mom will be gone 9 years in June and it still seems like yesterday sometimes. Here’s to twix’s mom!
Here’s a nod to Twix’s Mom!
And I think I’ll call mine. This makes me think I should do so more often. Thanx.
My Dad will have been gone 25 years as of 3/30/07. He was 43.
A lot of time has passed to be sure. But sometimes it still feels like it happened just yesterday.
Raises a glass to Twickter’s Mom.
Here’s to Twixter’s mom, and everybody else’s parents, including my dad. 14 years on May 5. He was 41.
It’s really weird to think it’s been that long.
My apologies Twickster, for misspelling your name. 
No prob.
Damn, 43, that’s young. My mom was a couple of months short of her 70th birthday, but damn, 43.
Thanks, all. My condolences to others who are missing their parents; and good on you, phlosphr, I know she’ll love getting a “just called to say hi” call.
Off to call Mom… if she doesn’t get me first.
I’ll have a beer for my Dad tonight - and think with gratitude on any time we got to spend with our parents.
I feel your pain. My mom will have been gone 20 years on 6 May.
My mom’s been gone 18 years this December. My sister 19 years in August.
:: raises a glass to all our loved ones ::
A tear for all our gone mums. It’s been 14 years for me, and it has only been in the past couple of years that I’ve stopped having dreams of her still being alive (like she had just been out of town for a long time, or some-such). But I’d still give everything I own just to be with her one more day.
SilverMother’s been deceased going on six years now. The mother of one of my close friends died last week. I’ve healed a lot since my own mother’s death, and I feel terrible for my friend with the grieving and healing she’s got in front of her.
My father died a couple of weeks before I turned 14. I’m 42 now. A long time indeed.
My mother, however, went home from the rehab center today. No, not THAT kind of rehab; she broke her hip. Her birthday is tomorrow, and I’ll be down for an overnight visit (and help with some chores) on Friday.
The day Mom broke her hip was also the day a close friend’s mother-in-law left the rehab center where she’d been recuperating from her own broken hip. Coincidental dates seem to be chasing me lately.
I’m lucky enough to have both my parents. Tonight, I was talking with a couple of good friends, and I realized they’ve both lost their fathers. It was a long time ago, but we all had some good stories to tell. I’m sure you do, too. Why don’t you tell us your favorite, twicks, if you’d like.
On March 21 my mother had been gone (from ovarian cancer) for fifteen years. I guess I let the day slide by this year, because I don’t like to think about it. But I still miss her. I can commiserate with all of you who have lost beloved parents. The immediate pain goes away, but the missing and longing to see the sweet face and hear the sweet voice again do not.
I’m feeling a bit like a hypocrite here – my feelings about my mother are not exactly unmixed. Smart, gutsy woman – hell of a role model in some ways (and in others, not). She loved the arts, so I spent my childhood as her sidekick on trips to museums, concerts, plays, inculcating in me, by osmosis, a level of conossieurship (sp) that I marvel at today. She was also bipolar, and undiagnosed (and thus unmedicated) as such until I was in college, so there was some seriously wacky behavior while I was growing up. Twenty years is enough time to start to get a little perspective on the woman, whose influence on me, for good and ill, was profound.
My dad’s been gone 23 years now and there’s still not a day when I don’t miss him. I can only imagine how much worse it is for my mother. That’ll be an extra hug or two when I see her on Sunday.
Thanks for the reminder, Twickster, and another nod to your mum.
My father will have been gone 19 years next week, and for me too, there’s not a day goes by that I don’t miss him. He never knew his grandchildren; heck, some of his own children were still in grade school! He was just 49 years old.
I know he and my husband would have gotten along so well – Mr. Fix-it’s, both of them. It makes me so sad when I think of how much life he missed, and how much of him that WE missed, too.
Mom died of caner Feb 19th of this year.
I’m sorry for your loss.
Believe me, I’ve gained an acute understanding.
This weekend, I found myself quietly singing a song while I worked outside. A lullabye. The one she sang to me. Ouch.
twicks and all of you who’ve lost a parent, I know the feeling too. It’ll be three years April 3rd when my father died. No matter how old we get it seems, we always miss our folks when they’re gone.