Sunday, May 13, 2007

 

Somber Mother's Day

To Mama ER. She was drivin' around with us yesterday, lookin' at houses. I could feel her with us. She thought some of the cabins were cool. But she thought they were way overpriced. And she worried whether we could get to work on time if we lived so far up in the mountains west of Denver.

:-)

--ER

Comments:
I was thinkin' of you today.

I still miss my grandmother-in-law something fierce, and it's been five years. She was the grandma I never had, and she left us the money to put a downpayment on the house we live in now. I wish she could see it. Every time my husband, her grandson, does something nifty, like publishing groundbreaking work or installing a bathroom fan and doing a bang-up job on the drywall patching, I think to myself, "Grandma A. will be so pleased." And somehow I think she is.
 
ER, the firsts will be tough, as I'm sure you understand. This is the first Mother's Day, and it bites.

But time helps heal.

Still, it stinks, even seven years after her death, that none of those ads about getting your mom something special for Mother's Day reaches me other than making me a little sad.

I say, though, that your momma will be with you every day. Enjoy that, except for those moments of intimacy with Dr.ER. Then tell momma to take a coffee break. :-)
 
You will always miss you mother. Then one day you will look in the mirror and she will be there. It is very disconcerting. I have always looked like my father, but as I have grown older, my mother is showing up more and more in my pictures and in my mirror.
 
I think I'm still in the I-can't-believe-she's-gone stage. How the heck long does that last? ... Actually, I can't really believe my dad's gone, and he died in '89. Never mind, I guess.
 
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