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The Birthday Mother’s Day Mix

Today was a mixed bag of worries and blessings. People I love are sick and facing hospital stays and tests and unknowns and it is hard to be on the sidelines watching helplessly as the clock ticks by.

In the midst of the craziness that made up my day, my husband told me to check my phone. We were on our way out to run errands and I didn’t give his words a second thought. As I walked to where my phone was, I saw two boxes. One was a long box and a separate box, square and nondescript. It took a minute, but it hit me that this weekend is Mother’s Day.

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I opened the boxes and found beautiful long-stemmed roses from my daughter and daughter-in-law. They were gorgeous. In the other box was an ice-pack and a box of truffle cookies.  Each were packaged with lovely notes straight from the heart. I immediately took a couple of pictures and sent a text thanking them for the thoughtful gifts. I am so blessed to be loved and remembered. The gifts are nice, but it’s really the love that means everything.

 

 

DaddyLater in the day, as I checked my phone for messages, I noticed the date. Tomorrow would be my father’s birthday. He would be turning 89 tomorrow if he were still here. 89. Wow. That seems so hard to fathom. Time has gone by so quickly and I miss him so much it guts me. I had a special connection with my Dad – one that I never apologize for even though some people make me feel I should. Dad wasn’t perfect, but to me, he was everything. He loved me – he loved all of us – and that is what I miss. The talks, his deep bass voice, the way he said my name – the advice I never wanted to hear but repeat to myself over and over now. He was my Dad and I miss him.

IMAG4468-1Re-enter Mother’s Day. My mom would also be 89 this year. She was so young when she passed away that 89 doesn’t even seem possible. She will always be young and vibrant to me. She had a smart-assed way of saying what was on her mind and she was SO strong. My sisters got her strength and her wit. I think I got her way of turning inward to process thoughts and feelings. I rarely feel strong. I remember my first Mother’s Day without her. I was living away from home and at the time, long distance calls were quite expensive. I was walking through the mall and passed a group of short wave radio people who had come together to help people make calls home for Mother’s Day. One of the young women asked me if I wanted to call my mom. I just said “No thanks” and walked on. Then her words – “Why, don’t you love your mother?” I wanted to lunge at her and take all my anger out on her, but I didn’t. I just walked away – hurt and feeling lost in this world. It would take many years before I could get through a Mother’s Day without feeling broken.

Now I have the blessing of children and grandchildren and extended family. I am not sad – I am blessed. The timing this year is unusual – Dad’s birthday and Mother’s Day together. So, today I process and just put aside the little girl and remember that I am now the mom and the grandmother and the JOY comes right back.

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Tonight I shared my truffles with my husband with a glass of wine. I sent a Snap Chat to thank my girls for the gift. SO MUCH JOY!

I will stay up until midnight, and wish my Dad a Happy Birthday and wish my Mom a Happy Mother’s Day.

Saturday we are meeting my son and his wife and two of my beautiful grandchildren for a sweet Mother’s Day dinner. We will laugh and celebrate this holiday together for the first time in 20 years. It will be perfect.
Today was a day of reflection mixed with JOY and a little worry, but it brought me to a place of gratitude for all I have been blessed with in this life. We are who we surround ourselves with and by those standards, I’m pretty perfect.

Happy Birthday, Daddy.

Mom, Happy Mother’s day a little early.

Thank you for everything but most of all thanks for the love and the memories. I miss you both and only hope I can somehow in some small way fill those giant shoes for my family.

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Missing my Dad

Today would have been my Dad’s birthday.  I miss him so much sometimes it hurts just to think about it.  I think about how lucky I was to have him for my father.  Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying he was perfect or anything like that.  He had a temper like a son-of-a-gun and often spoke before he thought, but regardless, he was my Dad and it hurts to know I will never see his face, or hear his laugh, or feel his hugs again. 

Last night he would have stayed up until midnight.  I can close my eyes and imagine him sitting on the edge of the bed and singing “Happy Birthday to Me” at midnight.  In some ways, he never grew up – a kid at heart.  Sometimes maybe too much so, sometimes maybe not enough.

Dad finds us parking places close to the entrance to the stores or the mall.  Trust me, he does.  It’s not every time.  Just when we are in too much of a hurry.  Or when it’s pouring rain.  Sometimes he makes us walk, because, well, no since in being greedy or lazy.  But when we desperately need a close space, he finds us one.

Dad, I’m so proud of my children.  They make me proud like you always told us we made you proud.  I never understood it until now.  I know that I put them through things I shouldn’t have – and funny – they forgave me and even still love me.  How fortunate am I?  Of course, this is an old tune I’m sure you recognize.  It’s never too late to start over.  It’s never too late to be happy.  It’s never too late to say I’m sorry.  And laughter really is the best medicine.  On top of it all, I have new children through wonderful marriages and so many beautiful grandchildren.  Four!  Can you imagine?

I know you are with us, even though the absence of you physically is so hard.  You cannot imagine how many times I’ve wished I could pick up the phone and call you, or just hop in the car and go homeI want you to know how very happy I am.  I have a wonderful husband (he’s the guy you find parking spaces for sometimes, too).  There isn’t a day that I do not thank the good Lord for all I have been blessed with. 

So, Daddy, Happy Birthday.  I hope somewhere you have a huge cake with candy icing that you can peel off whenever you get the urge.

And just in case you were wondering.  All your children are close.  We are holding onto each other.  But we still miss you so much.  So very, very much.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU………..

P.S.  Ed hugs just like you did.  You cannot imagine how good that makes me feel.  I love you.