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I wanted to post again last night or before I left today but resting and dealing with household duties and a maintenance call this morning prevented me from doing so. There have been so many faces from my childhood streaming past me the last two days it is surreal. It’s like those dreams you have when you have a high fever and the faces all blur together.

The next door neighbor from childhood, the couple Mom knew from church whose sons I went to school with, my sister’s best friend and her husband, the list is endless. More live plants and flower pots delivered than any of us could possibly replant. A few tears but a lot of laughter, Mom would like that. Love. Lots and lots of love for Mom.

As I go forward through this process I recognize that while I knew Mom was universally loved, maybe I had underestimated the extemt of how loved she was. There are cousins from Wisconsin that drove in, flowers sent from Las Vegas and Mom’s favorite priest. I don’t know how to thank everyone individually fro this outpouring of love other than to say thank you for sending my mother off the way she wanted it.

We miss you mom, all of us.