Mom was never a quiet woman. She could look at a handsome man and say as much, without offending dad. Years ago, we were able to give her a life-size cardboard cutout of her favorite football star telling kids to drink their milk. She took laughed, and we took photos of her pretending to be there with him.
When one of Kris Kristopherson’s albums came out, she told everybody, “He’s sexy.”
From mom’s playlist.
(Part 1 is under construction).
Last week I was TDY to visit my parents. Mom had been in failing health for several years. She had dementia. I’ve been avoiding talking to her because she had gotten mean in her dementia. She was the most loving of mothers and I needed to remember her that way.
On March 3rd, 2024, she passed. I received the news about 5 minutes before writing this.
I got to say goodbye. I got my pictures. She was pleasant to be around. She didn’t remember me as her child. She didn’t remember having children. She remembered her husband. She trusted him for her memory. She remembered her stories when I told them to her.
Goodbye mom. I love you.