Author Archive: remombrances

Mom’s Birthday

Another year has flown by, and it’s Mom’s birthday again tomorrow. She would be 82 years old, imagine. When I was a teen, facing bouts of sadness, Mom would tell me, “Honey, life is too short. You turn around, and it’s half over.” I know now more acutely how right she was. Life flies by. …

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Easter ’79

Here we are, the Three Musketeers. That’s what Mom called the three of us, after Dad passed away. Mom said we were the three women in Dad’s life- his mother, his wife, and his daughter. She used to say the three of us were making our way together like the Three Musketeers. I found this …

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Protective Me

I was always feeling so protective of Mom. There were so many instances where she would endure human mistakes with, well, just a bit too much understanding. Full of the fires of youth, I often appointed myself her protective guardian, when in fact it was the other way around. One such time was when we …

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Midnight Movies with Mom

Last night I dropped M off at the movies with her friends. A gaggle of teens lingered around the front of the theater, all engaged in typical teen protocol- texting, sneaking glances at the eye-catching, and then back to more texting. The giggling and talking swirled skyward, in accelerated volume like a Saturday night tribal …

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More Dreams

Since my last post, I’ve had several more times where a knocking has woken me in the morning, all about the time Mom would have arrived in the good days. Each time I check, and each time there is no one visible. Once since my last posting, I was awaken from a sleep by a …

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more dreams…

A few weeks ago, I awoke to knocking on the front door. It was early, and I leapt from bed and ran halfway down the hall before I wondered who could be visiting so early in the morning. “Darn religious door-to-door-ers,” my mind scrambled, then the thought, “oh no, what if it’s the police and …

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learning to roller skate

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Dreams

Dream #1 Last week I awoke from a wonderful dream. I was at a house which was Mom’s house, except it was very palatial, with deep, royal reds adorning the walls and carpeting, rich complementary colors and hues which spoke of opulence. Mom was there and the time was ‘now.’ It felt so natural, some …

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Wish Book

Every Christmas we looked forward to the Sears Wish book.  Dad would bring home only one copy, and Mom would hand it to us ceremoniously.  “Now, kids, you share,” she’d say, and we shared with the ethics of wolves.  We shared fists and shoves, but not the book so well.  John, being bigger, got to look through it at …

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poem from November 8th

finally the weather has caught up with me time to bar the doors against it light candles and stare into my soul time to wrap myself in grief and watch the leaves fall in galestorm with my hopes once nature is bare and cold we can hold hands and then, under blankets shiver together in …

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