My inspiration for this post came from my dear, longtime blogging friend, Debbie @ Musings by an ND Domer's Mom, who is not only a gifted...
I would like to quickly reiterate for those of you who may be new to my blog, by saying that the wonderful lady you often hear me refer to as my mother, is actually my stepmother. However, I will always think of her as my mother because she has lovely nurtured me since I was 8 years old.
Tuesday evening, I was looking through some old family photographs and came across several images of my birth mother.
You can read more about her here.
Quite often, people will ask me if I remember her because I was so young when she died. And it’s strange, because I can’t say that I actually remember specific moments with her, however I do remember feeling how strong our bond was.
I was the youngest of my mothers three children, and it was only a matter of six years after giving birth to me that she passed away.
She was 40 years old.
My father in his later years, often told me how close I was to my mother. He said that when I was a little boy, I would be outside playing, and then suddenly run into our house to check in on her; making sure she was okay.
And even though I had no idea she was ill, I must have sensed something because I was apparently always worried about her. My father said that I was forever touching her; hugging her. As if to protect her.
I guess the main thing I remember about my mother is that she seemed like an angel to me.
Ethereal. Delicate and refined.
Pure.
A gentle soul. Soft-spoken.
I never remember her expressing anger of any kind. In fact, I never remember hearing her raise her voice, even once.
It’s odd to think that I was so close to her, yet cannot remember one single moment we shared with one another.
Throughout these many passing years, periodically I’ve tried to squeeze my brain; hoping to recall something.
Yet, never have.
But what I can recall is the love we shared.
No words. No remembered experiences. Only the bond of love.
And even to this day, I still feel that love.
Holding me. Guiding me. Like a whisper.
Like an angel.
Wishing you a beautiful weekend everyone!
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