Thanks, Heather. I really do nap in her room. I feel such comfort there. I saved very few things of hers, but I still have her old raggedy red sweater. She seems somehow to still be in it.
Yes, she does watch over you -- with your memories of everything she ever taught you. And what pride she would feel knowing how strong and courageous her daughter turned out to be, how loving and kind she is.
Tenderly written and deeply moving, Sharron.
Thanks so much,Ron.
Sweet and sad, finding myself missing my own mother, which the best writings make us do, don't they?
It is the best a writer can hope for. I hope they are good memories, Sharon.
As I read this I found myself breathing in and out with those white gauze curtains. Almost as if she was in the room. Beautiful, Sharron.
Thanks, Heather. I really do nap in her room. I feel such comfort there. I saved very few things of hers, but I still have her old raggedy red sweater. She seems somehow to still be in it.
Everything you wrote. I am right there in that room with you.
Thanks so much Amie. I hope the memories engendered by these few words are welcome ones.
The scene is set beautifully. Quiet and reflective.
Timely for me, thinking of my mother on her birthday today.
Awww. Happy birthday mom. She was your first teacher and most likely your best.
😢!
long slow Owwwww.
Thoughtful! And poignant. Grief brings me good memories.
Yes! Odd idea,but so true!
So beautiful, Sharron. I'm so glad to have read it today. ♥️
Thanks, Rebecca.
Having lost my mother at a young age I still miss her some 60 years later. But somehow she still watches over me.
Yes, she does watch over you -- with your memories of everything she ever taught you. And what pride she would feel knowing how strong and courageous her daughter turned out to be, how loving and kind she is.
Written with so much love.
I love her as much today as I did my whole life. She was not a perfect mom - who is? But she loved me fiercely, unconditionally and it was a gift.
A beautiful and tender tribute, Sharron. Thank you so much for sharing it with us today.
Thank you, Justin!
Oh, Sharron! I love this! It brought tears to my eyes. I still talk to my mother and hear her voice in my head every day.
I am sure you do. They are gone, but that doesn't mean we stop loving.