This morning, as I was getting ready, Wesley pulled a drawer out of my mom’s jewelry box and started looking at her “treasures” . I haven’t added anything to it, I’ve kept it the way she had it some 21 years ago when she died.
I use to do the same thing- I would curl up on her bed and start sorting through my favorite things of hers. She kept everything important in there down to concert tickets. It is quite the time capsule.
It was extra special today, because he’s never done that, and today would have been her 54th birthday. I like to think she was there, dancing around in her favorite pearls, just for him to see.
It never gets easier…losing a mom. Twenty one years and I need her here. I need her to play with her grandkids. I need to be able to call her when I have no friends to talk to.
Today is one of those days. It started off horrible with a text from my best friend because I forgot that we were suppose to do something. Things happen and they definitely always happen to me. So on the hardest day of the year I could definitely use her.
…but then I remember the jewelry box. I remember the innocence of looking through it . Back when I had my mom. Back when every day was perfect. Its one of the few things I have of hers and I get to see it every day.
I know she is always with the boys and me. She is in the lives of so many people. With her last breath she donated every viable organ.
I can only hope to be half the person she was and that I can help half the people she did.
I cant wait to see her one day. Oh what a glorious day that will be.
Happy birthday mom