Remembering
My mum died today – 19 years ago. It was around 6.30pm in the evening and I remember I felt like a psychic connection had been cut so when I got the call around 9pm to say that she had died, I felt that I already knew just when it happened. I still feel a little sad, a little disappointed that she didn’t get that retirement she planned (with me! Living with me!) and every moment I get is precious so I try and make the most of it. I’ve had a very busy day and now in the quiet of the evening, I’m getting a chance to think about us and how much she loved me. I was talking to pao about a parent I know and how anxious they are about their child and he didn’t understand it. I do. I had that anxious mother, hovering around, watching me, crowding me. I think you miss it despite rebelling against it. No matter what though, I can’t doubt that she loved me and I loved her.
February 12th, 2013 at 4:00 pm
My thoughts are with you! There is definitely something special about the parent/child relationship, even if it is complex and complicated. *hugs*
February 13th, 2013 at 1:31 am
Mrs. Pao- Only in hindsight can we come to terms with our complicated relationships with our parents.
You’ll never forget the good times.
February 15th, 2013 at 3:34 am
It is a sad and a happy time remembering. I hope the happy thoughts are with you.
March 2nd, 2013 at 12:17 pm
Hugs. Late, late hugs.