My Mother died almost 10 years ago, shortly after 9/11. Since her birthday was September 11th, she found the trauma of that day to be particularly painful and made the comment that she never wanted to have another birthday. She got her wish, as she passed on November 14, 2001. I wish I could say I was close to my Mom, but the truth is I was not. She was a very wounded lady and though she tried hard, and in her own way was a good Mother, the fact is that she in turn wounded me severely. ...
Today I have been thinking about my Mother. I wanted her, not for any particular reason, I just needed her presence. Even now, in my older years, I occasionally have these sentiments. That desire has brought me to a melancholy realization. While I knew her as Mother, Mom, Confessor, Listener, and All forgiving heart, that just encompassed me, and my world. I wish I had shared her wispy childhood secrets and known her as girl-wife and watched her grow into the “faith strong” ...
Updated 05-06-2011 at 10:14 PM by RheaB
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