Monday, August 13, 2007
This is a rough time of year for me. Mom died in my arms on the 15th of August, 2001, 5 days before her 75th birthday. The doctor told her they couldn't do anything for her cancer and had given her 6 weeks to 2 months to live. An hour later she was gone.
It took us a year to spread her ashes. The family gathered at the place where she was raised and her brother Nels opened the lid and she sailed away on a gentle mountain breeze.
I miss her every day. When the phone rings the first thought that comes to mind is that it is her calling to see how my day went or tell me something cute the dog did.
When I see a flock of birds landing on the lawn, I think of the joy that they brought her.
Fall, her favorite season, is now my favorite too because it reminds me of her.
I don't suppose the ache of missing her and her wise counsel will ever truly go away.
I guess that is her legacy.