Remembering Mom

I have to post today, as I'm feeling at least okay and have no idea what tomorrow will bring.

Mother's Day is just one of the days of the year I think about my Mom.  Actually I think about her every day.  I miss her every day.  I talk to her every day and what's more, she talks to me.

Not in a creepy, weird, I talk to dead people sense, but in the sense that I know her so well and can anticipate what she would say if she were still here.  I hear her voice frequently offering advice, encouragement, and warnings.  Every time I open a jar of Ragu Thick and Hearty sauce I hear her.

"Look at all the sauce in the bottom of that jar.  You could put a little cold water in there and rinse it out."

"Ma, if I wanted thin sauce, I would but the cheap stuff."

"I know, but it's just so wasteful."

I don't believe I've opened a jar of Ragu and not rinsed it out since she passed away from breast cancer on 07/03/1998.  In fact I often say out loud, "See Ma, I'm rinsing."

When ever I drip food onto my shirt,  (which is often and comes with the territory when you're big breasted)  I hear the word 'slobber-honis'.  I have no idea where it came from, or the origin, but she always said it when she slopped something down the front of her. 

Tomorrow, Bill and I and the girls will take flowers to her grave, red for Mom and pink for Grandma.   It's a small thing, and I know she's not there, but just in case she's watching I want her to know I am following through on the things she taught me and that she's never far from our hearts and minds.

I hope all of you have a wonderful Mother's Day and those of you who are like me and your Mom is no longer with you, I hope your day is filled with cherished memories.

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