It is so hard for me to believe that it has been three years since my mother passed. It seems like yesterday that she was laughing and giving me advice on something. I do miss her so much. So much has happen that I wish she had been here to share with me. I guess the biggest would be the grandchildren and the birth of Sophia. The little girl that she so wanted Jill to have. I miss our daily talks and having that "mom" to run things by, and tell things to. I miss her hands, her funny finger that I use to rub. I miss her smile and that one tooth that she always hated. I miss shopping with her, and all the "bargains" we could find. I miss her stories and wish just one more time she could tell me about that first store bought dress. I miss her relationship with my children. The way she would light up when they came in the room, she was so proud of them and what they have done in their lives. But I think I miss her holding my hand the most. Sitting on the sofa with her hand in mine, so tiny, so warm, so my mother. I sure was lucky.
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We were all so lucky to have known her. She was so afraid that she would be forgotten when she left us, but she is far from forgotten. She was so loved and such a bright light in all of our lives. She lived her life as best as she could and she left a legacy of love.
I sure miss her though!
wow... three years already. what a lady she was and she is certainly remembered!
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