Next month marks the third year of my mom's death. Watching the person who raised you, and never let you fall through the cracks. Watching the person, while you had nothing politically or religiously in common, but always had your back. Watching the person you love most in the world, take her last breath is nothing you want to go through.
But I do know I had that time, our lives together, as imperfect an odd couple we were, the one thing I will always regard and value, was her steadfast and unwavering support of me. We always fussed and fought each other, but when push came to shove, when either of us needed the other, we were there.
We did have a few things in common. We both loved Billy Joel's "My Life" and some ABBA songs. We both love the Redskins. And in her later years, she got me into watching Ohio State football, the college she graduated from. We both love cats too. In fact, if it where not for her getting upset with me for being depressed over the death of my last cat, I would not have my current cat. She was so concerned with my mental health, she insisted I go to a cat rescue and adopt another cat, which is the one I still have today.
And she loved my friends as if they were her own sons. Unfortunately she never got to meet Bob or John in person, but she did get to talk to them on Skype. It is some comfort that my mom's ashes and Bob's ashes are now side by side in my house in their respective urns.
Point is to everyone reading this, tell those you love you love them, every chance you get.
But I do know I had that time, our lives together, as imperfect an odd couple we were, the one thing I will always regard and value, was her steadfast and unwavering support of me. We always fussed and fought each other, but when push came to shove, when either of us needed the other, we were there.
We did have a few things in common. We both loved Billy Joel's "My Life" and some ABBA songs. We both love the Redskins. And in her later years, she got me into watching Ohio State football, the college she graduated from. We both love cats too. In fact, if it where not for her getting upset with me for being depressed over the death of my last cat, I would not have my current cat. She was so concerned with my mental health, she insisted I go to a cat rescue and adopt another cat, which is the one I still have today.
And she loved my friends as if they were her own sons. Unfortunately she never got to meet Bob or John in person, but she did get to talk to them on Skype. It is some comfort that my mom's ashes and Bob's ashes are now side by side in my house in their respective urns.
Point is to everyone reading this, tell those you love you love them, every chance you get.
