Well it's been one year since I lost my Mother, and what do I say that I haven't said a million times. Everytime I would look at her picture on the fridge I'd say HI! or talk to her like she was still here. I still use her to comfort me when I've had a bad day.
Do I miss her?? YEP, every second of every day. Over the last year I've gone over the scenario of when her cough first started to become more bothersome, and I get pissed off that I didn't think of her cancer coming back, and WHY I didn't drag her to the hospital. But it had been more than 12 years since her first fight, she'd been her happy self ever since, working for hours in the garden and whistling the day away at peace with the world. You'd see how relaxed she was everytime she'd come in from the garden, always a little smile on her face, and if I didn't bug her she'd never stop whistling or singing(going ....dooowwwnnn in a blaze of glory).
What I would do to hear that again!
MOM, I miss you endlessly!
MOM, Thanks for tucking me in and rubbing my back when I was sick
MOM, Thanks for being my biggest cheerleader and being proud of me for whatever I accomplished BIG or small.
MOM, Thanks for spending the days with me skiiing, playing tennis, or just simply getting up early to watch tennis on TV.
MOM, Thank you for being my MOM!
You are always in my thoughts!
Your Son,
Brent
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