I Miss My Mother
As I sit here on the final night of my current stay with Daddy, I am missing my mother more than I have in past days. Perhaps it is the idea that Daddy will be alone for a few days. Donna and I have left his for short periods of time. I think I am acting like an overprotective parent, but he is my only living parent, and I love him.
The last book which I gave to Mother is one of the Miss Julia series by Ann B. Ross. Mother got me hooked on them and I have read
The last book I gave to Mother.
and re-read them. I got this most recent publication in the series just prior to the dreaded hip replacement. I thought she would take it when she went to rehab, but she decided to leave it until she returned to the Windy Knoll. As you faithful readers know, she never came home, and hence never read the book. I am reading it now when I am here.
As I close the book on this reading time, I look around the room where I am. It is full of Mother and the things she created with those marvelous hands. She was so very talented.
Hummingbird wallhanging
One of my all-time favorites is of this hummingbird wall hanging. For many years it hung over their fire place, but now is a window covering. I cherish the needlework, some quilting and some other fancy work. Rousing? There are little puckers that make up the flower where the hummer is resting. I have found peace and serenity in watching the hummingbirds drink their “juice” at the feeder outside the backdoor and have “hummingbird wars” of territory.
Another of the pieces of needlework that is in this room represents the one she loved best and the one I want to protect. Riding a John Deer tractor, working with his hands to better the homeplace – all things Daddy loved to do and still does as he can. He talks about keeping her flowers weeded because she would have wanted it this way.
Counted cross-stitch that Mother did prior to moving back to the Windy Knoll.
As I am typing this the tears are rolling down my cheeks. I hope that my spelling will pass muster; I most certainly can’t see what is going on the page.
Grieving is not a pleasant part, but one we cannot get through life without. A sadness to this day of country living.
I totally understand the “missing my mother” as I still miss mine. So many times after her passing I have thought “I will ask mother” and suddenly come to the realization that I cannot. Time heals but some things do not change.
God bless you all and know that you are in my prayers and thoughts.
And I find such comfort
In reading your wonderful blogs.
God bless you and yours
My mother has been dead 25 years and I still have moments when I think “I will tell Mother” or “I’m going to ask Mother”. Those are moments of memories which are always a part of you because your Mother and what she meant to you will always be there.