Saturday, January 10, 2015

I Think of You at the Oddest Moments, Mom

You've been gone for almost two months now, and I can't say it's been easy, nor can I say that it's horribly tough. I suppose it's because of the difficult time we had since we learned that you had cancer late in 2013. No, difficult doesn't even begin to describe it.

I thought that your passing would be easy, compared to others, since we were "prepared" for it. As it turns out, we weren't.

Now that you're gone, I think of you at the oddest moments.


As I feel the shock of cold water streaming from the shower, I suddenly remember you singing and dancing to that song from Ally McBeal...you know, "Tell him that you're never gonna leave him..."

While walking up and down the aisles at the supermarket, I remember how I would look for adult diapers - the brand that you liked.

Then sometimes, out of the blue, random memories surface. I remember that one time when we had fried chicken for breakfast for the nth day, and I casually said "Fried chicken again?". You then threw a piece at me. I guess you were having a bad morning.

At night, every night since your funeral, I think of you. Some nights are more tearful than others.

We had more than our fair share of differences. I shut you out of many things in my life, but at the end of it all, I realize that you have always been there for me.




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