The years are flying by...and it's been 38 years since my mom died. I needed a picture of myself circa 1980 for publicity so I was going through my album and picked out these last few pictures from 1986. My sister came over in the fall with her little girl to help take care of my mom so that I could finish my undergraduate studies. What a joy it was to have this imp in the house. Our home was always filled with little ones because my mom started a babysitting business after her divorce. It would've been too sad if it were just the two of us trying to manage everything on our own. It made for a happier home life to have my sister and my little niece. My brother came home with his fiancée and they were married at home by the deacon. My mom was too frail to leave home. She died just a month later. I have so many happy memories of our time together, sad ones too, when we were exhausted, but what a privilege it is to accompany the dying. Now, I dream of meeting her and all the loved ones who've gone before me in heaven. Pray for us, Ai! Pray for us, St. Paul!
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Sweet memories. When we feel like chiding Gen-Zers for taking so many photos we might remember how much having such mean to us.
Thirty-eight years is a long time to miss your mom.
Thank you for sharing the photos. Brings back so many memories.
Mirka, she left when our lives as adults had just started, so many moments we wish we could have shared with her, and times where we could have had the chance to pamper her. She will always be missed. I don't feel the sorrow anymore as I have grown in my faith because through prayer I also feel connect to her from earth to heaven and I know without a doubt that one day I will be with her and probably talk for hours and hours! We'll definitely have the time 😊
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