Seven Years Today
March 18, 2024
Thinking about mom. She died seven years ago today. In some ways, it seems much longer. It seems like forever ago that I could call her up and talk, or just visit for a week and play a lot of gin rummy.
I had lunch today with John who reminded me that we had so many tussles. We sure did! She could make me so mad, so defensive, so annoyed. She could trigger me and set me off like nobody else. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why now. Somehow, thankfully, I rarely think about those times. Glad about that.
I quite honestly reflect mostly on the funny things. I really really wish she were around still and I could draw on her wisdom (she had plenty), memories, observations, opinions. I promise I’d get over all the annoying things.
Don’t get to do that.
But here are some pics that make me smile.
Life of Wry 