I can't get on with my work today until I have written some of my heart out...
Three years ago today my mom passed on, I can't believe it, three years, I still thank god for all of you here and your constant friendship, words of kindness, words of compassion....
Mom would say, how is everyone who reads your Blog, or who said what on Twitter!
I just said to my son that I wish I could go back to today, three years ago, just to have one more day; I suppose that sounds sad, bad, wrong, I should be saying, one more day when she was well of course, but I want that day, first days and last days, she was with me on my first day, of course!!! and I was with her on her last, never enough words spoken, never enough love given, we can always feel we could have given more, we can, only when we're alive of course.... I just want to go back to up there.... when mom and I were in New York, or walking around town would be just as good, her pointing out a dress or clothing of some sort, which was something so not me! Or me telling her "no pleats mom please!" for her!!! I guess the perfect day would be the one beneath! My first birthday, but that's just silly, nothing would, or could change, and down the line, I would be saying the same thing again, because life is like that...
I want to pick up the phone and hear her voice, I want her to phone me at odd hours of the day or night for a crossword answer.... or for either of us to say what's on TV, or coming on TV.... yes its all about me isn't it.... The last day she could speak she said she couldn't go, because I still needed her.... she was right....
I Am Not Gone
I am not gone
While you cry with me
I am not gone
While you smile with me
I am not gone
While you remember with me
I will come
When you call my name
I will come
When I feel your pain
I will come
On your final day
It could never be
That we
Would never be
We shall always
Be together
Forever
I am not gone
Michael Ashby
I am not gone
While you cry with me
I am not gone
While you smile with me
I am not gone
While you remember with me
I will come
When you call my name
I will come
When I feel your pain
I will come
On your final day
It could never be
That we
Would never be
We shall always
Be together
Forever
I am not gone
Michael Ashby
TTFN
Marian
I didn't see this til tonight (the 6th). Wow, I can't believe it's been 3 years. It honestly doesn't seem possible, but anyway, I'm sorry for your sense of loss. I'd like to say it gets better -- it does -- but I can't say when...it's different for each of us. Oh dear, Marian... I'll pray for you tonight.
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Carol... Thank you, it seems days I need my mom most, are the days I need her most, you know what I mean... love m xx
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