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Happy Mother’s Day
I took my mother for granted. I thought she would always be here. Her mother lived to be 97, so why wouldn’t her mother’s daughter? My mother lived 25 years less than my grandmother and her death hit me hard. It hit us all hard. Fifteen years ago tomorrow, Mother’s Day. I lived in a grievous fog and thought depression and sadness were my new normal. Until they weren’t. Two years later I realized the veil had slowly lifted, although I didn’t recognize when. It finally felt good to remember happy times and her ridiculous “Rubyisms” without that gut-wrenching longing for her. This Mother’s Day, I am grateful for a…
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Move Over, Mary Kay
It was a day I dreaded to see end because we would see my mother for the last time. Her visitation had been the night before, and we had her moved to the church she loved so much, for her funeral service the next morning. I cringed at visitations because someone would always say how “good” the person looked. It seemed like such a weak attempt to comfort a loved one, or maybe the only words positive enough to express when you are at a total loss of something else to say. In my mother’s case, it was the very first thing I noticed, and I was amazed. She looked absolutely…
