Another year has come and gone and it's Mom's birthday - but not without a celebration. Mom had this thing about keeping the deceased around and alive in our minds and hearts. She always recognized the birthdays and other events of those who had passed on. These days always included a story or two and a visit to the graves of those closest to us (in relation and distance).
All in the family who could met at Mom's grave this evening. We put some flowers on her grave, Dad said a few words and then gave a nice prayer. Then we (42 of us) headed to Crown Burger for food and good company. It was a nice evening and I didn't have to cook or clean up afterwards.
Not a day goes by that I don't miss Mom. Most days come and go with a thought here or there. Some days are just tough - no getting around it. On rare occasions I sense she is close by like when I leave Dad's late at night and drive home in the quiet dark. A tear or two will well up in my eyes and I feel a warmth and a feeling that she is not too far away and thanking me for checking in on Dad.
Happy 83rd Birthday, Mom! Love you!
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