12/3/1960 My mother Regina was born. She was born into a poor family of 2 brothers and 1 sister. A younger sister was soon to follow. She spent her youth carving. I still have her carving kit from when she was a small child. She made beautiful sculptures. She was born into a family of hard working individuals that took pride in their actions. I wish people would take pride in their work these days. She instilled that ethic into me at a very young age. Throughout her teens she took to the ocean to explore the unseen. Enjoy the beauty of what was below the azure tropic waters of Gloucester and Manchester by the sea (that was a joke the water is cold as a witches tit). She thoroughly enjoyed scuba diving. She brought me scuba diving. I went to school and got my open water license. We went on several diving trips. Spent countless days on the warm beaches and in the cold water. Fond memories. Fast forward a few years and suddenly I am a young man. I worked hard. I worked long. I studied hard and spent time with friends. I put off the trips to the ocean. The drives along the shore. The carving projects. The family dinners. 9/18/2006 I take my sisters and my mother for a ride in my 1967 Impala. Its a warm summer night. A pleasurable evening. My mother had asked me to help her tell my sisters something serious. My mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. In the coming months my mother began to change. She was a shadow. A ghost of her former self. Gone was the vibrant woman who I grew up to admire. 5/12/2013 Mothers day. After 7 years my mom left me. I will see her again one day but it will be a very long time from now. She is finally at rest. 12/3/2014 She would have been 54. She would have seen many happy times. Accomplishments. She would be proud of her daughters and her daughter in law. She would be proud of me. We had our differences but we respected each other. She would have enjoyed carrot cake with us. I havent heard your voice for a few months. I would often call your cell phone and leave you messages. I would call just to hear you one last time. Why did I write this? We are all too busy. We are all too self indulgent. We seek instant gratification. We maintain relationships of silence or out of necessity. Yes we talk. We keep up with each other but we do not talk. We text tweet and facebook. I regret that I didnt spend more time with her. I hope you take more time out of your day for a phone call. A short visit. Lets return to humanity. Happy Birthday Mom. I love you... https://youtube/watch?v=KUwjNBjqR-c
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 01:33:59 +0000
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