Thanks to a nasty cold, I've spent the better part of the last two days horizontal. Sleeping, whenever I wasn't medicating, coughing, sneezing, blowing my nose. And as such, have spent little time thinking about the party we hadn't planned, the meal we weren't having. My mom would have been seventy-five today. It is hard to remember the smile that traveled a mile, the laugh that went on and on when the mood struck just right and not be sad that it has to be a memory and not present to experience.
Still, to have had moments of glee, pockets of pleasure in our time together is something to be grateful for and certainly cause for celebration. Someday.
Happy Birthday, mom.
Her smile is definitely contagious! I'm smiling just looking at the picture : )
ReplyDeleteSending lots of soft hugs as you relish memories and some virtual chicken soup for that nasty cold.
We have to treasure the memories when it's all we have left.
ReplyDeleteXoxox to you, D. Hope you feel better soon...