Dear Mom,
I miss you. Seems silly to say that since you're still with us but I miss the you you always were. I know hard these last couple of years have been on you. I know how difficult it was to have to move out of your home when, I know, that was the place you had hoped to be at the end of your life. Then, who could have imagined that you would have the stroke and now would be trapped in a body that does not work and does not let you say what's on your mind. I feel your frustration.
I miss your laughter. There hasn't been much of it lately. You always had a mischievous sense of humor, often making jokes at our expense, and then giggling at your own jokes. I miss how you would ask me if I wanted something to drink and that almost always meant you wanted me to make you a good martini. I miss those times when we were the only ones at home together, after Dad passed, and how we would talk about anything and everything. I just miss you, Mom.
I intend to spend as much time as possible now with you because I know these moments are passing quickly and you will soon be gone. I will miss you forever when that happens. I hope you know that it's because of you that I am the woman I am today. You taught me well and made me think and challenged me to be the best, most decent human being I can be.
I love you. Always.
Mary Beth
1 comment:
You are halfway done with this "series" and I have enjoyed it immensely. I've laughed and I have cried. Your letters are very honest; you are so brave. I look forward to the second half.
Thank you.
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