Sunday, August 12, 2012
It's been over a month since my mom passed away... And yet I don't believe it, or I just don't want to believe it.
I want to pick up the phone and hear her voice one last time, Listening her tell me, not to worry, take care of yourself.
I want to confide in her about how I feel, and ask her what I should do next, or at least get her advice, whether I agree with it or not....
And it doesn't matter how old you are, when you loose your mother, it's like loosing a part of your heart, your being, because she is the one who brought you into this world, and therefore is your lifeline in many ways.
Mother's and daughters definitely have their disagreements, and yes many stray away from their roots, some not even talking to their mothers, or don't really have a relationship with them, sad but true. I on the other hand did, even though we fought like cats and dogs, well we really didn't, most of the time we got along perfectly. We were there for each other, and I was her sounding block just like she was mine.
My daughter and I have the same relationship, We are very close, and for that I am thankful. I'm also close to my sons as well. They are always there for me.
But my mother was living near me, and we would talk everyday, and hang out almost every Monday night while my husband played pool on the league. Now that has been taking away, and I'm lost.
I know in time the hurt will be less painful, and there will only remain a dull ache, because my mom and all the memories we shared and had, will live on forever.