I have been thinking about my moma a lot lately. She has been gone for seven years now. If you have lost a parent you were close to then you will understand how you can think about them daily and smile yet somedays the tears will come from no where. Some simple thing will trigger it. There are still times I think about picking up my phone to call moma and ask her something. My moma loved Christmas. She always made ours seem so magical. Somehow she always knew just what to get us-even after we were grown! The first few years after I married, we all spent the night together at momas on Christmas Eve and got up ridiculously early to open gifts. Even after babies started to come, we still did it for a few years. Moma loved it! She loved her children and grandchildren. Those are some very precious memories. My moma, like me, was not perfect. She had her moods and her moments. She loved me and I knew it. We were very close after some trying years when I was younger. I could call my mom anytime. She was the only person other than William who could see the real me and loved me anyway. She knew my heart. She would tell me often that she knew she could say anything to me or treat me anyway and that no matter what I would love her. She was secure in that and for that I am thankful. I felt the same about her. We always loved each other-warts and all! Her health began to decline after Hurricane Katrina and she lived with us from time to time. She was still young so I thought we had plenty of time together. I find myself thinking about those times she lived with us. I have regrets. I wish I had appreciated the time I had with her more. Somehow on this side of it, those things that irritated me then do not seem so big and ended up being some of the funniest memories Amanda has about her grandma--moma roasting marshmallows over my stove, melting styrofoam plates on that same stove because she forgot there was a pilot under the burner, and the multiple spoons in the sink in the morning from her night time peanut butter binges. If you still have your mom, thank God for her. Love her. Cherish her and the time you have with her. She loves you dearly. You may not agree on everything and you may do things differently, but she loves you. I know my moma loved me and she knew I loved her, yet I still wish I had spent more time just talking to her and listening to her. She was always there for me. Hug your moma and tell her you love her. Trust me, when she is gone it will be too late.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 13:26:01 +0000
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