Last night as the time approached after a week of my Moms death, I couldnt sleep. As I listened to the trains go by, I thought of Mom and Daddy. Train whistles were quieter than usual. It seemed as if they were saying: Go to sleep. But I couldnt. I tossed and turned and cried. When sleep came I was still restless. Nightmares came too. My Mom, Mommy, bestfriend, guidance counselor, voice of reason, source of refuge, and loved me all oy life no matter what, lovers (both of us) of needlework and shopping, lol, is in a so much better place now. But oh how I miss her. I always will love you Mom.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 20:32:12 +0000
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