Many years ago my sister and I were getting in my car to leave after a visit to my parents on the family farm. We had been carrying on, making our mother laugh. We loved how we could always crack her up, making her double over with laughter, unable to speak. That day, we continued our silliness as she stood at the door laughing. Suddenly, she choked out something about hating to have us go, and her laughter turned to tears. Ours did, too.
Today, I picture Mom standing at the door waving, smiling, laughing, and crying as we drove away. For some reason, that image of her is one I hold close to my heart.
She died on this day eight years ago, and I miss her still. I will always miss her—her laughter, her tears, her love.
What a lovely way to honor your mother - by remembering her laughter! Isn't it wonderful to have loved and been loved enough to ache?
Christmas Blessings,
Mj
Posted by: Maryjo Morgan | December 23, 2011 at 06:30 PM
Always honor and remember, just as you are. Thanks for sharing your story.
Posted by: Dean K Miller | December 23, 2011 at 09:12 PM
Thank you, MaryJo. And Christmas blessings back at you!
Cheri
Posted by: Cheryl Miller Thurston | December 24, 2011 at 10:07 AM