Photo by Olan Mills
Today would have been my mother’s 89th birthday. She lived a long and difficult life, but she always kept her sense of humor. I remember her making the ICU staff laugh just days before she died. She always had a kind word and a smile, no matter what.
Dad was, Mom’s third (at least) husband. I don’t know because she didn’t talk much about her past until the end. She was too busy looking ahead. So I only knew of one other when I was growing up.
Mom and Dad were married more than 40 years. Dad was disappointed that they didn’t make 50. She said he was the best thing that ever happened to her.
So today I am grateful for the years Mom and Dad had together. I’m also grateful for what she taught me about the healing power of humor.
4 comments:
I do miss my mother, too, and wish she'd lived long enough to tell me some of the stories of her various marriages and adventures. I'm glad she and my dad had 25 years together. I hope we do, too. And more!
Me, too.
I miss Grandma too!
And I still talk to my Grandpa 3-4 times a week!!
Tigger :)
Thanks for commenting, Sweetie. Give everybody a hug for me.
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