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Mom…

on September 27, 2016

Each year I end up writing something about my Mom.  Today is the anniversary of her death.  She was in her early forties when she lost her battle to pancreatic cancer.

I was eleven at the time, but, I still carry vivid memories of her.  I remember conversations and how she smelled and lots of things that have not been erased by time, fortunately.

I miss her often and each year I remember the day and what all happened, that, I think is a given whenever you lose someone you love.  But, this year, it’s not so much her personally I miss, but how many years it has been since she passed away.  50 years.  50 years she has been gone.  That’s a long time!  I cannot wrap my mind around how long it has been.  I don’t feel like I am old enough to remember 50 years.  But, I do.  When I think of this anniversary, my mind just remembers the 11-year-old and her sisters, all young.  Needless to say, we’re not.

When it occurred to me that she has been gone for fifty years, I started to wonder what she would think about life now.  How would she feel about her daughters being in different states and not seeing each other as much as we would like?  What would she think of our husbands?  I know she would share a beer or two with them, but would she like them?  What would she say and think about our kids, her grandchildren?  I am certain they could have done no wrong in her eyes.   Her great grand children?  Well, there is nothing better than they are, honestly.  So, there is no doubt she would have adored them.

Family is one thing to think about, but, this world has changed so much since 1966.  She once told me that one day we would talk on the phone and see each other.  I thought that was a wild dream.  This morning, I skyped with Little Miss and her Mom.  I got to see my granddaughter walk around, read a book, talk with me, eat a snack and wave to me.  We did ‘cheers’ her, with her sippy cup and me with my coffee cup.  Yes, Mom, we can talk to one another and see each other.  You would have loved that.

What type of phone would she have?  Would she have the latest and greatest?  Would she face time and text?  Would she have a twitter account?  Personally, I couldn’t imagine that. What would she think of television shows?  Who would be her favorite actor?  Would she be appalled that there are no western series on television?  She loved Rawhide and Wagon Train.

What would she think of the political climate? What would be her take on the issues in this country?

These are the thoughts that have run through my mind this past week. This has made me aware of the pace of the world today. Life truly was so much simpler fifty years ago.  Yes, there were riots then.  There were racial issues then.  There were wars going on.  Things were broadcast and it seemed fast then, since no other wars had reports given so quickly.  But, now, there is live streaming.  We are able to see events unfolding, for better or worse.

These are all things I will never know.  They will continue to plague my thinking.  I love the  “what if’s” in this life.   All I can be certain of is this, she left us too soon.  She missed so many of life’s treasured moments.  Three of her granddaughters have her name in some form.  Her fourth granddaughter has some of her fiesty-ness.  Her legacy continues in many ways.

Today I will continue to think of her, and my sisters.  We are strong women, all of us.  We love deeply, we think independently, we argue, we laugh, we cry.   I think she would be proud of us.      DAF (Cathi)

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8 responses to “Mom…

  1. Ruthie says:

    Oh, Cathi, you do a great job of expressing yourself and saying things in a way that others can relate. You made me cry…not a bad cry, just a cry of remembering, too. I know your mother would be extremely proud of you and the woman you have become–I’m positive of that.

  2. thank you Ruthie, you truly understand what it means to grow up on your own without a mother. Love you.

  3. Vicki says:

    It has benn 20 years & certain things remind me of my dad and things he loved…the crisp autumn days with sunshine were among his favorites…

  4. And it’s like you can feel him during those days, right, Vicki? ❤

  5. Helen says:

    Once again awesome. I remember adults sitting around your kitchen table. I don’t remember us playing probably because my self esteem. I do remember Judy running off to play.

  6. Peggy says:

    This is a great thing to remember your Mom & what she would think of the world we live in today. She would be proud of all her beautiful daughters & the life’s they each have made for themselves & families. She is watching over each of you & smiling knowing that you are strong loving daughters. Thanks for sharing. I love you & miss you too.

  7. I remember the adults always sitting around some table, although, they did like sitting in your backyard… you had a great backyard. Thanks Helen Kay, love you cuz.

  8. Miss you too, Peggy! Both of our Moms were pretty neat ladies. Have so many fond memories of your mom too.

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