Happy Mother’s day to all my friends who are mothers( or fathers) to two or four-legged children. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
I know my Mom is in heaven enjoying her Mother’s day with her Mom. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss her and my Dad.
As for me, I will be thankful, as I am daily, for all my time I get with my fur girls. Here I am celebrating my Mother’s day by posting my favorite shot of me with Zosia and Kasia.
I’d like to think that the temperature is divine in heaven, so this picture I picked for a blog for Mom would be pretty good, even though it’s December.December 18th would be Mom’s 94th birthday here on earth, but I am sure there is a good time going on in heaven, complete with her family, my Dad, my niece and her friends.
I miss my Mom every day.At this point of my life, I think back mostly to the last 5 years of her life when she had the subdural hematoma and lapsed into dementia.That Mom was so different from the Mom who took care of me as I grew up. I have good memories of childhood, but the last years of Mom were an experience I’ll never forget. I got to see a different side of her, to experience a different side of her, and in a way, it was like coming full circle.
I miss you every day,Mommy and will love you forever.
Today marks four years since Mom passed and I have to offer what I had written in last years post. The meaning is even deeper, as is the heartache.
I miss her every day.It’s a hole in my heart that I know might be healed over by the time I pass away.I find her in little things, and especially, while in the process of moving, I unpacked her sweater and sat with it on today.I made waffle batter this morning in one of her mixing bowls. Tomorrow I am going to look for a book to put her handwritten recipes in. I know she is at peace,and that is the only thing that makes the pain of loss a little bearable.
I keep a picture of her on the table by my bed, and see her every morning.It’s a shot of her before she fell into dementia.On the computer I see pictures of her in her hospital bed when she was in hospice.Today we got the new issue of AARP magazine and they had, on the cover,pictures of everyone who had Alzheimer’s/Dementia and they were people who had passed within the year.
I cherish the memory while God still blesses me with one, and cherish every day I am on two feet. I figure the best way I can honor her legacy is to keep going as best as I can.
Doesn’t stop her from missing me, though.
My nephew Greg and my Mom,.circa 3 years ago
Mom’s last pic
So I am retired,now, right?
It’s a holiday weekend, right?
I can’t believe I made time to do this, but I actually worked on some Christmas cards today. I don’t know what came over me.Maybe it’s the fact that I have this desk that really isn’t as large as I have had in the past and I thought, maybe working on them, I’ll make some room.
I flashed back to growing up and remembering my Mom sitting at the dining room table addressing Christmas cards.Jeez, even she waited until the first weekend of December.I am having company next weekend, so I guess, that also played in the back of my mind,so I would have time to hang with my buddy from my teens, Margo.
For some reason though,realizing I did this today made me think of how OLD I am fortunate to be getting. I just wish mentally, I’d feel a little younger….
As much as I love October, there are some strong memories tied into the month that are now under the realm of being bittersweet.
My oldest brother turned 68 this past Sunday.My brother in the city turns 65 this Saturday, and my Dad would have been 95 on the next day.
The thought brings a lump in my throat, as things can never be as they once were. My Mom would be in the kitchen,making her 1-2-3-4 cake, We all gathered around the dining room table and sang in Polish and English Happy Birthday. We would have pumpkins in the house and mums all through the house.
All I can do now is pray for Daddy in heaven on his birthday and send cards to my brothers,
And finally I wrap up in my heart the memories of those good times, and how blessed I was to be there for them.
I am not talking about the television show.
My Mother-in-law got a ride back to the city by her son, so I came home from work and am spending the night with the fur girls
Sad when the larder is bare and the is nothing really to make for dinner. The girls kept hoping I’d find something to share with them but there isn’t a bone in the cupboard for Mom nor fur girls .
Somehow, I will get through this, and get myself to bed. I am getting a ride to work at 6:30 am tomorrow morning.That’s not too bad though.
Tomorrow’s my Friday!
There is nothing, I think, worse that having vision deteriorate with age.
Well, strike that. I can thing of a ton of stuff that is worse, but on a daily basis, realizing your vision isn’t what it used to be, well, it’s annoying.
I am no seamstress: never was, never will be. I did take a home economics class in high school and between that, Mom and Aunt Jennie, I managed to pick some things up. One of them was to sew and/or repair things with a needle and thread…until I could no longer gear up patience to thread a needle. I wear tri-focals.I wear them for distance, nearness and computer.As I got older, the needles I found to fix things with had the smallest of holes. I finally found,in all places,a Wal-Mart, that Singer had come out with large eye needles. I had chuckled when I found them, because I assumed that it reflected the greying of America.
Look out world: I am ready to become a stitching fool!