I found out yesterday that my mother died Thursday night. She was only 57 years old.
We wern’t real close, infact most of my child hood I was raised by my Grandparents. I never thought it would affect me as it has. One moment I am fine, able to function at work, post to the board etc…then boom I am bawling like a baby again. I didn’t sleep a wink last night…every time I closed my eyes I was flooded with the past, It was so over welming so I got up and shapooed my rugs.
I don’t really know why I am posting this, maybe to get out. My hubby is on the road and stuck in California (he drives truck) thank OG for my friends. My mom lives…lived about 4 hours from here, the rest of my family is about 12 hours away in PA. So I have no “family” here. I have been on the phone with several people back home (in PA) but I still feel alone right now.
My mom had a hard life, much due to her own doing but hard none the less.
She taught me to play Rummy…its how I lurned to count, I still love the game
She tried to teach me to crochet and when I finialy figured it out (20 years later) she raved over my first throw…crooked as it was
She introduced me to many differant music styles ones kids wouldn’t choose on there own
Her wonder lust allowed me to live all over the US…some areas I remember some I don’t…But I was there!
She gave me a very unusual name…ummmmm I like it but I wish people pronounced it right more often
When ever she would introduce me to people she always added what I have done with my life, job, marrage…it was emerassing how she would gush over it
there is so much more but the most important one is my values, morals and life choices. As I said she had a hard life and even if she didn’t learn from her mistakes I did. Because I strived so hard not to make the same mistakes in life as she did I becames who I am…and I like me!
So THANK YOU MOM!
I love you
