I've heard that lots of people pass close to their birth day. So it was for my Mom. She would have been 84, today.
So to deal with my Mom's death, I've been trying to stay busy, but still let the grieving take its course. I had one dream this past week where I was sleeping and heard my Mom's pitter patter footsteps in her slippers walking along the linoleum floor like when I was a kid. The rhythm can only be make by a little Japanese woman. I suddenly woke up expecting to see her...
Almost any conversation I have about my Mom brings on a tear. It won't matter where I am or what I'm doing...
I was driving in the car, listening to music running an errand and something on the radio reminded me of my Mom. I started crying like a blubbering baby.
Ha, even as I write this I can feel the tears coming. It isn't necessarily sadness, I don't think. I have lots of happy memories that can keep me going for a long time. It is just that she is gone... OK, it is the meloncholy...
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Transitions. But they are. They just are.
Feeling the full depth of whatever comes is what makes us wonderfully human.
Peace.
There is nothing wrong with melancholy or grieving, Ted. I like how you are reminiscing, you've never talked about your mom before...
love ya teddy bear!
Tammy
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