I don’t seem to have photos handy of my mom and me together. If I did, I’d post them. One of them is around somewhere. I was 14 and my mother, 39. I remember finding it after her passing in 1999. We were by our pool in bathing suits. I asked my dad who the woman next to me was and about fell over when he said it was my mom. You see,, I didn’t remember that she had quite the figure at that age.
At One Single Impression the prompt is LOVE. In honor of my mother:
mother’s day, still miss
her, twelve years later.
stories and laughter
My mom had a wicked sense of humor and sometimes a biting tongue. But she made me laugh a lot. And she would show up places. She loved to surprise my aunts and uncles on the east coast by showing up, unannounced. I loved that about her. She (and my father) often did random things for people. I loved that about them both.
It gets easier but I still wish I could call her up and talk. Especially today.
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