The finality of taking Moms number out of my phones was almost too much to bear. I really didnt think about it until, needing my sisters e-mail, I just thought Ill get it from Mom. No, I will never get anything from Mom again. No information, no calls, no laughs, no hugs. The permanent nature of her loss is starting to creep into my routines as I begin going about my life without her. Now I know how she felt when she spoke of losing her Mom in 1974. Knowing that not another day in my life will go by without thinking of her. I didnt realize that I thought of her everyday when she was here until she was gone. My rock is gone forever. Some men, when fighting with their spouses, retreat to a bar or a buddies house to drink or talk crap. I always, without fail, went to Moms. She never offered unsolicited advice (or booze), and rarely did she offer it solicited. She just listened, and eventually, I made my decisions based on what I thought, which is how she wanted it. Hers was the only port in a storm I ever had. The only one I ever needed. I miss you already, Mom.
Posted on: Thu, 02 Oct 2014 00:04:21 +0000
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