Nancy Jane
Washing Up
Lost my mom when I was very young. She was like this. Very special. Thank you for the tribute to all mothers lost to us and all of us who long for them. Very lovely.
One day, I went to mom's house to take her shopping. She put on a little makeup and I told her how beautiful she looked. She did. Black wavy hair and red lipstick. She appreciated the compliment. After shopping, we went to lunch and I told her how much I loved her. She said she had waited so long to hear that. Well, I was a kid and you don't always think of those things, you know? The next day she died suddenly. Tell your mom you love her. Tell your kids you love them. Tell everyone who you love that you love them. Life is fragile, precious and meaningful.
Sattie,Yea, my dad would call me at 7am to just talk... use to drive me NUTS because I love to sleep in.... you have no idea how much I miss those calls now!
My heart goes out to all that have lost their mom or dad or other loved one.
That is wonderful Katie..I'm so very lucky, I see my kids all 4 of them on Sundays and often during the week..Each and every one gets a hug,kiss and I love you just because and they now give them back to me and their dad and best of all to each other...The babies picked up on this very quickly and it is so wonderful to feel those little arms round your neck and the sweet voices say I love you ma...Life is so good.Yep, yep, yeppers! Every time after I speak to my children, I say, "I love you." Even if they don't say it back.
Sattie,
my dad had a knack for calling just when I had no time to talk..It use to get my goat..Now I'd give the world to hear his voice..And I did...My two boys both sound alike on the phone and sound just like my dad at times..Yesterday my heart almost stopped when my oldest called and when I answered I heard Hello dare!! my dad's exact words each time he would call...It took my breath away..My son, just gulped on the other end and said he was sorry..But I told him not to be..That it felt good to hear that voice saying those words once more.
kadesma