Mother’s Day Blues

I miss my Mom.

It doesn’t help that I read Facebook and a zillion posts about Mother’s Day.All that does is make me miss my Mom even more.

Sure, there were different stages of Mom, from when I was young, teenager, young adult, married, and finally, caregiver.There were so many different facets to the relationship since I was the only daughter with two sons.Part of that was made the caregiving a no-brainer, because, after all, she was my Mom, even though, with the dementia, she had no clue of who I was.

Yes, I am a pup Mom, nowhere near the same stratosphere as a human Mom, but it just wasn’t in the cards for me.I know that my fur girls love me, so that is of some comfort to me.My Mom knew Zush, so she is my remaining tie to Mom’s well days.

Happy Mother’s Day in heaven, Mom. I miss you and love you! If you are blessed to still have your Mom with you, hug her tight on Sunday and if you are a Mom-Happy Mother’s Day!

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Company for Two

Jim’s oldest sister and her husband are down to stay with us overnight before they leave for home tomorrow afternoon.

We have been on the go since they have been here. We went out for a nice dinner to celebrate Earl’s 80th and Jim’s 61st birthdays.We came back for birthday cake and a wild card game and are now watching cable and having a great time.

It’s odd having company here. We are so used to quiet that it is kind of nice to have a break in the action.I guess this is a precursor of what the summer will bring.I’ll be up tomorrow morning to set the table for breakfast.

It’s nice to see how the other half lives.