My mom passed away 14 years ago this December. In some ways, it feels like yesterday. There are a few memories of that December I still carry with me. In other ways though, I can feel those 14 years as a distance. And converting those 14 years into distance, it reaches all the way to the moon. Occasionally though, that distance is shortened at night while I sleep. Every now and then, my subconscious brings mom back to me in my dreams.
Sort of.
Continue readingThis is a fairly simple premise –
when a girl has a good mom
and that good mom is now gone
it is as simple as this:
her mom she will always miss.
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There are certain days on the calendar that are marked for celebration or remembrance. Usually we think of them as happy days but sometimes they are quiet days of reflection. December 2 became a marked day for me in 2011 when mom passed away. Every December 2nd since then I have remembered, reflected, and some things I try to forget. I have tried various ways to spend that day to help get through the 24 hours. One year I bore my testimony. One year I tried to do an act of service. I just try to find some small way to do something mom would be proud of. Continue reading
He dialed her number. Continue reading
In my dream
within a dream,
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I hear the wind chimes,
dancing and playing in the wind,
Their song soothes my soul.
You said,
“I’ve got to go now.
There are lessons you
will learn
and must learn
when I’m gone.
It’s time for you to grow.
But it will be alright, child,
it will be alright.
You will be alright, child,
you will be alright.”
She stood up slowly and started to speak. Her voice was as weak as her body. Fear probably bubbled close to the surface but she fought it with hope. Surely, she was going to get better. Her time could not be running out.
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