Lit by ♥xo Your baby girl, Mimi Monet xo♥ 9th January 2020
How is it possible it has been 2555 earthly days since talking to you?
I miss your humor, your ability to deliver your childhood stories flawlessly. You had a GREAT memory, not many appreciated/or knew how intelligent you truly were.
I miss your reassuring smiles, your warm, comforting embraces, your unparalleled CHRIST-like compassion for anyone fortunate enough to look into your sweet eyes. When the doctor said you had COPD, you didn't blink. You comforted me and everyone else though. And then you'd smile/laugh about something else going on in the world at that moment.
I miss telling you about my life. Mommy, I finished reading your favorite novels.Pleasantly shocked not all were romance.
I got breast cancer after God took you home... oh, and Jarid has Hyperparathyroidism. In my heart I know you are beside us both throughout all our trials and health issues. God has graciously given you us as our guardian angel afterall. ♥
I miss seeing you sitting across from my son, telling him stories that kept him entranced.
There was a magic about mom. She was a hybrid of Mary Poppins, a fairy cinderella godmother and a real angel... but she could cackle better than the evil witch in The Wizard of Oz if need be. She was so animated she didn’t need any props. I wholeheartedly trusted you with your grandson, how you'd go out of your way to make us dinner and deep-clean my kitchen.Many blessed memories that fills my heart with joy. (Mom, Jarid still remembers fondly♥ how you both hunted easter eggs outside and inside throughout his life). But I remember you hiding those eggs while we were at church most ♥.
I miss strategizing about our Thanksgiving menu, beginning in October every year. I was so thankful for you... even when you got in my way in the kitchen. I wish I could bump shoulders with you just one more time.
I miss driving aimlessly with you, listening to you sing songs over the radio. I remember all of those “aha” moments — the ones where we discovered we both loved the same song. I hear so many songs, so many words... and they remind me of you mom. I still blast the music, sing off-key with wild abandon and stick my hands out of the windows for a laugh. I do it all for you.
I miss your handwritten letters, cards, even the annoying emails you forwarded. I miss that you took the time... and did it for me and pretty much everyone you knew.
I miss just being with you, talking,sharing. No matter what we were dealing with, how dire the news or circumstances, how excruciating your oxygen treatment, how infuriating anything might be at time— we always managed to laugh. Sometimes, we’d even have belly laugh crying fits when you were attached to the dreaded BIG n HEAVY oxygen tank. To this day, I can't look at anyones oxygen tank without crying.
I miss Christmas mornings at your house or mine. The jingle bells on the front door, the cheesy Santas, the tree decked out with ornaments from your loved ones entire lives. Staying up all night long on Christmas Eve — every year — and would inevitably forget where one of us hid a gift. I would get it sometime in June of the following year.Sometimes longer for Easter eggs. You always were the most thoughtful gift-giver. Not only on Christmas or Easter (yup, lucky me getting chocolate long- eared chocolate bunnies inside a easter basket along beside Jarids), but also just because.
I long for those memorable gifts.
I miss the things that once drove me crazy.Yes; even the scary nylon over your face or playing chicken when she was driving.You called me out if I was being selfish. All of it was better than the horrifying silence. I still struggle through every day without you mom.
I miss your validation. You helped me believe in myself. You dared me to dream. You told me the truth.You introduced me to God.I hope you knew how much your opinion meant to me.I still ache for your guidance every day.
I miss having a mom on Mother’s Day. I miss surprising you with things to make you smile, with impromptu trips just us or with your grandson Jarid (she was always game), with movies, or GH.
I miss your companionship. You truly were my very best friend.
I miss your love. No one loved me like you mom, and no one outside Lord Daddy will ever again.
You were not just a great mother but also an amazing teacher. All the good things I have in me are because I saw them in you.