August 6, 2014
August 6, 2014
It’s been a year since you left us…quietly, softly. I held your hand, squeezing it gently and saying, “I love you” every so often, knowing I wouldn’t get a squeeze back but doing it just the same. I had brought in all your favorite songs, playing and singing them softly all week, missing your singing with me, as we’d done so many times before. When you passed away, I kissed you on the forehead and said, “I love you, Mom” one last time. And so the year began without you…a year of holidays missing you at each one. Hearing you, in my head, saying, “You’re just like your Father” when I took such care decorating for Christmas. Smiling, thinking how you would just put decorations anywhere or throw the tinsel on the tree, always in a hurry, but always decorating fully for each holiday. Some days were harder than others, your birthday… mine… but I got through them… as I will every year that I am here without you…as I get through today… We will miss and love you, Mom… until we meet again… Merri