The Times I MIss Her The Most

The Times I Miss Her The Most
My Mother
1927-1998
Philadelphia, PA

My mom died when I was 42.  She suffered from a long battle of cancer and finally, she surrounded and went quietly in to her new life.  Her death was peaceful but I still miss her, some days, more than others.  The times I miss her the most are:

• On her birthday.
• On my birthday.
• On Mother's Day.  She died the day before Mother's Day.
• When the lilacs are in bloom.  We had a big tree in our back yard and she cut twigs every night the tree was in bloom and placed them on our table.
• When the azalea bushes are in bloom. We had big bushes in our front yard and she looked forward to seeing them in bloom every year.
• Every time one of her grandchildren reach a particular milestone.  She would have loved those moments.
• When I pass a bowling alley.  She loved to bowl and frequently asked me to join her old-lady bowling league.  I tried to explain to her that I worked and lived two hours away from her.  But those were minor details in her mind.
• When I see her few remaining friends.  Most of them have died off but those who remain her still weep for her and that always breaks my heart.
• When I see a butterfly.  She loved butterflies.
• When I see the perfect gift for her in a store.  I still look for gifts for her.
• At the Philadelphia Craft Show.  I loved going to that show with her.
• On Thanksgiving.  She made great Thanksgiving dinners and after she died, my siblings and I split up for this celebration. Everyone went to their in-laws as the new default.

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