It's been seven years since Mom lost her battle to cancer triumphantly finished her well-run earthly race. I miss her. I found myself lighting an Advent candle she loved, reaching for my journal and my Bible and sitting with memories this morning.
There are so many times in this past year when I simply felt a NEED to talk to Mom. She's never had child lost to homicide, or even lost a child, but one feels a mom would be helpful. I feel acutely the loss of an older godly woman in my daily life. I will have to find an older woman and cultivate a relationship with her.
There are a few things I've typically done to honor her memory at this time of year. I take a meal to someone in need or a widow and I host a Dec 23rd tea for my girls. I don't think I'll be doing either of these this year, or at least not on "schedule." I'm not quite up to shopping, preparing and delivering a meal today. The Christmas Eve Eve tea hasn't worked the past couple of years, and I've not even tried for this year. ::snort:: Maybe we'll go to Dairy Queen tonight. Dad doesn't seem to remember the significance of the day - I don't think I'll remind him.
I still miss mom.
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When you write about your mother, it reminds me of mine. It actually was your grandmother who was friends there in Hardin, Montana with my mother, I believe, but my mother talked about your parents too. I miss my mother. And being with older Christian women. At 88, I'm the old, old one. I got to a church where it is all young people -- except for me. This is Bertha Lavell Kramlich writing. I didn't know how to navigate the password route. I told you, I'm old. :)
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