Time goes so quickly but every minute is dear to the heart. My mom passed away a year ago today. I never thought I would make it this far without her especially with all the time I have been in the hospital and here at home sick. I miss her phone calls. She always called to find out how I was doing or someone in our family if she knew there was a problem, whether physical or emotional. One of the hardest things to deal with is to know the phone won't ring with a phone call from my mom. Her voice, her angelic voice..I don't want to forget what mom sounded like. The gorgeous singing voice she had...I don't want to forget what mom sounded like.
I would crochet or knit something and wouldn't understand a stitch. All I had to do was call mom and she would "show" me how to do it over the phone. A baby blanket is due in January. What if I can't understand the directions?
I miss seeing her fragile, arthritic hands that worked so hard to raise five children. We always came first; our needs always came before her needs. And, in the end, she needed me; what a wonderful privilege it was to serve her.
My understanding of the gospel helps me to know where my mom is and who she is with. I wondered how I would feel today. How amazing that there was peace in my soul. My mom is happy and at peace where she is and someday we will all know that same peace.
I love you and miss you so much mom.
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You know, my mother's hands are one of the things I love about her...when I was on my mission, for some reason I would look at all the ladies hands. One area I was in I found a pair that looked just like my mom's, poor lady though, cause I would just stare at her hands, and think of my mom. My mom has beautiful, wrinkly, old hands and I love them! They remind me of the times she would stroke my hair or rub my back. I loved holding my mom's hands during church.
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