It's been one month since Mom passed. Her daffodils bloomed shortly after and everyday since. The hyacinths are standing guard along her sidewalk as if to say, "We made it back home. Have you gone away? We'll watch and wait."
I miss her cheery voice saying, 'How are you?' whenever she answered my phone calls. She let me talk about anything I wanted, after her update of who had recently passed away. The little things I took for granted, come back like the sweet babbling notes of a bird's song. Holding them close and gently in my mind, will help.
Thanks Mom for always being there. Forgive me for those times I was onery and such.
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