I miss you, Mom
She died four years ago yesterday. I wasn't going to write about her this year, but a lot of things have combined to leave me thinking a great deal about her over the last few days.
She was a good woman, a smart, funny, tough woman who raised three kids and was for many years a single mother. She was a fighter who beat cancer three times.
Like all of us, she had her many flaws, and I use some of them in my comedy shows. Those bits always work.
Even when I use her as comic material, I love her. I never stopped loving her, though she always worried that I didn't, that somehow her failings had turned my heart against her. I never understood those feelings, but now I do, and I often feel similar fears about my own kids. I hope they're as irrational as hers.
I miss her. I always will.
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2 comments:
I don't think you ever stop missing your parents. I lost my father 14 years ago the end of this month. I still miss the opportunity to discuss common interests. To share the latest in those areas.
I am so thankful for his introducing me to classical music, science and archaeology.
I believe you're right, and in the end, that's a good thing.
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