I’m not sure why, but I had my Mom on my mind this morning.
My mother passed away very unexpectedly a few years ago, and I’m not sure I have fully dealt with losing her yet. I see signs of her so many times. I can “smell” her presence at times. I think it is her way of letting me know she is still with me.
For no reason, Mom is on my mind. I wish she was here. I wish she could have seen her grand-daughter walk the line at graduation from 8th grade, or see her other grand-daughter finally do a back hand-spring with no help.
Strange feelings today. I smile as I hold back tears right now. Van Morrison “Into The Mystic” was one of her favorites. I can still remember her asking me, “Can you get me that Van Morrison song, I just love that song”.
I share her favorite with you. Maybe this was her “request”.
Do me a favor, call your Mom today…