Memories.

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Sometimes Facebook makes me cry.

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This popped up on my “memories” feed the other day and I admit it made my eyes leak.

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My mom passed 8 years ago but it’s amazing how fresh the grief still feels.

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Sadly, the lovely tulip tree we planted did not appreciate the cruel Maine winters and was dead two years later.

Mr. White, our beautiful long haired Japanese bobtail Manx is no longer with us either.

So many reasons for leaky eyes.

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29 thoughts on “Memories.”

  1. I’m sure I have said, more than once, that a person never really dies as long as someone still talks about them. If I didn’t, then Marcus Aurelius did. That’s one heck of a good poem you picked out. I can’t make up my mind whether it’s a pang of joy or an ecstasy of pain.
    I think you’re exceptionally Human, perhaps more than I am, so I’m not going to tell you how to deal with your feelings. I can’t wait for your next post, good bad or indifferent. Forward is that way.

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  2. A helluva day. Your first post took me one direction. This post takes me another. You have memories of your mother — you don’t know how lucky you are to have meaningful memories. I was eight when my mother died, and my sperm donor did not let me go to see her last moments at the hospital, nor was I allowed to go to her funeral. So for me, she just disappeared, before I ever got to know her. Where other people have “Mother” I have a blank space.
    Plese do not say you are sorry for me. I have no idea what I am missing. In fact, I only know I am missing something because most people have “Mother” in their hearts. Mother to me is meaningless. That is what hurts.

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    1. I never knew any of my grandparents… paternal were dead, maternal moved back to Austria before I was born. So I have no idea what that feels like either. Not the same as a mother, but I understand your point.

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      1. With both my parents being born back before WW1, my grandparents were long dead too. There are stories there, but that is all I have of them. Maybe this is why I see myself as a “child of the universe!” I really have few familial ties.

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      2. My partner’s parents were born the same time my oldest siblings were being born. It j7st seems so strange. Yes, she is 17 years my junior (a number similar to the gap between you and hubby) but the gap between her parent’s and my parent’s births is over 30 years. That’s like 2 generations. She was brought up in a totally d8fferent world than I was.

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      3. My father married at 48, I was born when he was 53. My mother was 13 years younger than him and had me at 40, after 4 miscarriages. I was her miracle child.
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  3. Both of us have detoured from our usual type of post today and gotten serious — but for different reasons. Your reason is unfortunately a sad one, so I’ll take a cue from my post and offer the empathy of shared humanity.

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  4. Well, now you’ve got my eyes watering. So sorry for all your losses, and I understand how fresh it can all feel.
    It’s been seven years for me with my Mom, and I still have teary moments. BIg hugs.

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