Have you ever started to address an e-mail to one person when similar names of other people appear in the drop-down menu? People that you have e-mailed previously? That happened to me today and it was quite a moment.
When Mom's name popped up, as I was casually going about my business, I froze and couldn’t go on with what I was doing. Instead, I took a moment to close my office door and think of her and what I miss the most on this three month anniversary of her death.
I miss her hands - they are just like mine. I pick at the cuticle of my left thumb when I am thinking, just as she did throughout her life. Sometimes, when I am using my hands to communicate, I stop in mid gesture, certain that I have channeled her energy as my own.
I miss her hands - they are just like mine. I pick at the cuticle of my left thumb when I am thinking, just as she did throughout her life. Sometimes, when I am using my hands to communicate, I stop in mid gesture, certain that I have channeled her energy as my own.
I miss her stubbornness, even though it pissed me off more than I can say and more times than I can count. We share this characteristic.
Perhaps most of all, I miss the sound of her voice. Never again will I be able to call her after work or early on a Sunday evening. Mom's voice is etched in my memory forever, but tonight, I would do anything to hear it out loud just one more time.
Scent of the Evening: Borneo 1834
Perhaps most of all, I miss the sound of her voice. Never again will I be able to call her after work or early on a Sunday evening. Mom's voice is etched in my memory forever, but tonight, I would do anything to hear it out loud just one more time.
Scent of the Evening: Borneo 1834
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