But she wasn’t around, and that’s the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.~ Mitch Albom, For One More Day
I realized that tomorrow, November 21st, 2013, will be three years since my Mother left her physical body behind. I come from a large family…I’m the youngest of five and our clan is swollen with nieces, nephews and grand children. My Mom was the center of the tribe…
I don’t know how we got through it, but we did. My Father lives with me now, and I expect tomorrow is going to be a hard day for him to weather.
We were looking through old photos the other day and found one of Doug, when he was a new monkey, and my Mom, when she was ill.
As strange as it may seem, the photo makes me smile. Yes, my Mother is not at her best, but I’ve dealt with that. I like the continuity this photo represents…
My Mother isn’t here to read my blog, but she knew Doug. There’s photographic proof. Way before I had the idea to make up stories about my monkey or write posts about him to help others he knew my Mom…
I forgot about this photograph. But now every time I look at Doug, I remember that my Mom held him, and that’s pretty cool.
My mother would be mortified to know I posted the above photo of her. To help soothe her spirit, here’s a picture of her when she was a beautiful teenager, not much older than my daughter… Now don’t haunt me Mom!
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