It was 7 years ago today, my Mom passed over to her next reality. I have been sad, sullen, and sleepless. I have had the blues, a critical case of the drop-sies, and very short tempered with full on pity party. Earlier tonight I sat a big glass of coffee, cream and ice on the shelf of the open freezer and closed the door.. it was like I opened the freezer and threw a glass of coffee in there.. what a mess. I just cried and emptied my freezer, cleaned everything and put it back. I am not sure, but I rather think that there is a cycle or pockets of emotions that we magnetize. When Mom passed, my grief was indescribable, nothing I had ever been told or read prepared me for the years that followed. Now as I reflect back, I notice that each year, at this time, I am weepy, sullen, empty feeling. I am seeing a pattern. So, maybe trauma creates these pockets of emotions, good or bad, pockets that spiral around us in some sort of regularity. You know what? Bottom line here, is that I miss my Mom. We didnt always get along, no body is perfect. I just really liked having her here, to interact with and know she always had my back. No one and No thing will ever replace that comfort. I know she hated to leave me, she couldnt do it while I was home. She waited until my friends convinced me to just go to dinner with them, get out of the house for an hour or two. We didnt make it to the end of my street, and she made her transition. The events that happened over the next few hours were nothing short of super natural. Even to this day, she makes herself known. What I would do to have a rum and coke and hang on the edge of a pool somewhere with her. We could talk for hours. Bon Voyage My Beloved DollieMoma.. I hold you closer than ever... I miss you.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 04:32:25 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015