The other day I held my my Mothers hand.
Something very simple,
but not…
You might not know that she is sick.
I don’t like to talk about it.
Not the same person sometimes…
The mother I grew up with is not always there.
You get a small bit of the old her at times, but usually…
she is not always around.
Breaks my heart at times…
Brings me to tears when I think too much about it.
(like right now)
My mother was the most loving, caring, comforting person I knew!
She cared for my friends like they were her own.
She
Loved
Always~
Never had Hate in her heart,
Never!!
I Never knew her to speak ill of anyone!
(well, besides Sarah Palin, all of a sudden??)
Giving, always so giving!
To family, friends and even strangers!
She once stopped in the middle of the street to give “MY Sons”
stroller away to a mother and her infant walking in the summers heat!!
Knew it was the right thing to do!
But still… I had to go get another stroller!!! HA!
Selfless!
I miss her…..
Miss her friendship
not many parents can also be your friend,
shouldn’t be at times.
but she was mine…
still is, sometimes…
I wish my husband and children knew her then….
I wish she was around.
I wish.
I love her….
So as I held her hand the other day
Looking at it,
fighting back the tears so no one (including her) would know how
heartbreaking it still is for me.
Seemed so simple,
her soft hand.
holding it..
but everything she was,
was still there in her hand.
It took me back for a second.
The same touch she use to give us as a child,
as a teenager and young adult.
Felt so nice…
Same hand,
feels the same
even if she isn’t the same, I could still feel her
and for that second I was a child again and she was protecting me
like children should always feel from their parents.
I miss her….
Sabrina, I understand you and feel the same way. I miss her too.