Thursday, November 16, 2006

staying warm...

I made it through September..
As I look back over the past year I realize that, even though the loss of my mother hurts tremendously, It is becoming easier to deal with...
I can think of mom and smile more.. We talk about her more often..

The weather here is very cold and dreary now.
This time last year, dad asked sis and I to please clean out mom's closets for him. Even though he still had her pictures everywhere, It was too painful for him to see her things every day. It was too painful for me to see her clothes too, so I stored them away.

Today I wore one of her coats.
It was wonderful.
It kept me warm in more ways than one. I hung it on the back of my office door when I got to work...
Every time I saw it, I thought of mom and smiled.
There was a penny in the pocket- which I'm sure she left there for me...
And on one of the collars was a tiny apple pin....


Blogger amanda said...

I am so glad to hear from you and also that you had such a warm memory of your mom today.

Take care.

8:27 PM, November 16, 2006  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My mom has been gone for 3 years now, and it's still difficult. Thank you for sharing this with us today. This, in particular, made me smile: "It kept me warm in more ways than one."

I was going to say Michele sent me, which she did, but I think someone else sent me here today as well.

3:58 PM, November 18, 2006  
Blogger Moogie said...

What a wonderful post. I love the story about the coat. I'm sure you mom DID leave those there for you as a reminder that she is always with you in your heart. Bless you.

I'm here via Michele's but I'm so glad I came!

3:59 PM, November 18, 2006  
Anonymous kismet said...

Isn't if funny how life has a way of rising up and nudging us with memories?

I love the coat story also.


via michele

4:45 PM, November 19, 2006  
Blogger rashbre said...

A warm and touching memory. I'm glad I stopped by and its great that you found the penny.

Here via Michele's.


4:59 PM, November 19, 2006  
Blogger panthergirl said...

That is very, very sweet. My son often sleeps in his dad's football jersey. It still smells kind of funky, but I think that's why he likes it.

Here via michele today. Hugs to you.

5:11 PM, November 19, 2006  
Blogger kristal said...

What a sweet post. I love the part about the penny in the pocket.

Michele sent me.

7:28 PM, November 23, 2006  
Blogger JessiBelle said...

Michele sent me.

My grandmother died just days before my 3rd birthday. I was so young that I don't know if the duzzy memories that I have of her are real or just made up from what people have told me or pictures that I've seen. The day that she died she addressed my birthday card and wrote a note inside the book she had got for my present. One of the last few things she did was an act of love just for me. I still have that card and the book and cherish them like no other possesion I have.

11:09 PM, November 25, 2006  
Blogger Mike said...

I know how you feel. We lost my Dad 3 months ago and I have been helping my Mom with things but everytime I go in their house I am reminded of him. It has gotten a little easier but it's still really hard sometimes.

Glad you have good memories of your mother.

Here from Michele

5:10 PM, November 26, 2006  
Blogger David said...

that is perfect
i used to wear one of my dad's sweaters, til I grew to big around for it - i know the feeling

6:21 PM, November 26, 2006  
Blogger Thumper said...

The Spouse Thingy has a jacket that belonged to his dad, who died just a few months ago. I see him in it and realize he looks more and more like his dad, and it kind of breaks my heart. I imagine every time he wears it it kind of feels like getting a hug from his father...

4:47 PM, December 03, 2006  
Blogger Carmi said...

Time doesn't heal the wounds of loss, no matter what they say. But wearing a parent's coat brings with it its own little bit of warmth. I hope that brings you comfort. It brought me comfort to read this as I contemplate the losses in my own life.

5:38 PM, December 03, 2006  
Blogger David said...

each day when I see my mom and hug her, I make sure to say I love you. she is 87 and slow, and bent by age, but a treasure.

1:59 PM, January 06, 2007  
Anonymous Stephanie Davies said...

I don't know how I will ever live without my mom. She's 72 years old right now and I can't even stand the thought of losing her. Thank you for sharing...a beautiful post!

Back from Michele's!

8:18 PM, July 12, 2007  

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