The simple things we take for granted…

Janette Hall

My Mommy

A year has gone by and I am still somewhat in denial about what happened this day, one year ago. Since then I have kept busy, I try not to think about that devastating day that changed my life forever. The day my Mommy went to heaven.

A lot of good things have happened in the last year, I got married to Jack, Nicole graduated from High school and started college, Jack and I took the girls to Maine and so many other good things … but still, I miss my Mommy. She has left a void that can never be filled, but has been showered with love from my family and friends.

I sit and think about her, I watch videos and look at pictures of her. I reminisce about the time we had together. I didn’t take my mom for granted, but the time with her I feel like I did. I thought my Mom would live forever.

Each day I would call my mom on my way home from work. It might be a 20 minute phone call, or it might be just 2 minutes. But, it was something I looked forward to doing each day. It never failed that I would call just as they were sitting down to eat dinner. She didn’t care; she ate and listened as I talked to her, giving her the details of my day.

Often I would get home and start to make dinner and realize I needed to call Mom and ask her how she fixes the dish I wanted to cook. She would laugh when it was time for me to make homemade cobbler. As simple as it was, I had to call her just about every time. Maybe I loved hearing my audible cookbook of my mother’s homemade recipes, and I am sure she loved the fact that I called. What I wish is that I recorded her giving me the recipe. Something I would love having and could pass on to my girls.

Sometimes I would be out shopping and see a bargain, I would give her a call and say “Mom, I found this … and it’s a great sale, would you like one?” or sometimes I would just buy it and surprise her with it. She did the same for me, many times.

One thing I knew for sure was that I could always just pick up the phone and call her anytime. I miss that so much.

I have so many wonderful memories of my Mom and when I am sad, I try very hard to remember something funny she did or said and it helps ease the pain. Well, today that’s not working so well.

I love and miss you so much Mommy.

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