I walked into Target the other day, stood and stared at the dazzling rack of Mother’s Day cards. It nearly knocked me to the ground as I took it in that I would never, ever, again be combing the display for the perfect card for Mom.
I loved buying her cards. She treasured them…she saved them. In fact, as Dee, Ken and I went through Mom’s home after she passed, I sorted the letters, cards and notes into piles for people and gave them theirs.
I kept a stack of cards I’ve sent her over the years and I’m so grateful she saved them. It helps to remind me that I did tell her how much I loved her, what a fabulous mother she was and that she was my confidant and friend.
Over my life events would happen that made me feel small, icky or like a loser. Each time I would confide in Mom and she would reveal a story about her own life and how she made it through. The parallels were sometimes a mirror image to my own life.
She only revealed these little secrets when the time was right—when I would understand—when it would mean something.
I wonder what stories went with her that I’ll never know…
I miss her so deeply and don’t know how I’ll manage with out her.
Love you Mom…wherever you are…
Your daughter and friend,