I want to tell my mother about seeing Streisand and the movie Argo. I want to tell her how bad Reynaldo is being again. I want to ask her about the nasty cut that runs under my fingernail and how to keep it clean.
Seeing the holiday decorations in the drugstore made me sad because I will never wrap another Christmas gift for her, ever again. She'll never hug me again.
One person can leave a terrible void.
I miss her.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
It takes my breath away how the little, routine, daily things make me miss those that aren't here the most. I mean, I expect to miss them on "events" but not the every day things.
ReplyDeletei don't want to know even at my old age of 66 that my Dad is moving closer to heaven...and i too someday will have the void you are feeling now...
ReplyDeletebig hug for you sweetie!!
Awh man, this is heart breaking. I can't even bear the thought of not having my mother around, especially at this time of year. Even though it will probably come soon.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry for your loss, Gal. (((hug)))
ReplyDeleteMy mum-in-law died lasy April, between my parents golden wedding anniversary and my husband's birthday, which was an added burden. She was a bright dear light and the most perfect in-law you could ask for. Full of hugs and love and encouragement. Coming up to Christmas #2 without her and yes, it hurts.
It is so incredible how the little everyday things make you miss someone just as much as the big holiday things. My Granny passed away in September of 2007, and in May of 2008, just a few days short of Mother's Day when I was picking up a card for my Mom, I picked up one for Granny (lavender, her favorite color, with violets, her favorite flower, all over it) before I even realized what I was doing. I was halfway to the checkout counter before I stopped dead in my tracks and realized what had happened. I bought the card anyway and I cried all the way home. Months, even a few years later, something happens and slices through your skin and makes the wound fresh all over. I'm not sure that ever goes away, but I can tell you that it does hurt a little less with time.
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