Goodness....you've been gone so long...I absolutely hate it!
I wish you were here to sit out back on the swing on my patio with me. I know you would love that and, of course, you would be smoking and I would be saying "ma..the smoke is in my face again!" But, this time....I wouldn't move away...because I know what it is like not to have you here and in my life anymore...so...nope...I would sit right there and grin and bare that damn smoke of yours because I would be so happy just to be next to you again.
Goodness....remember that time that I told you I only had one negative about you ...and that was the fact that you had five kids and what the hell were you thinking? And you laughed and told me about being Catholic and you thought it was funny, too. Now....well...for a long time now...I have five kids...my original two that you loved to spoil and three more blonde ones....that you would have gotten such a kick out of! I guess you and me are more alike than I thought??LOL....
I want you to know that I think of you on my good days....and on my bad days. I only dream of you after I have gone to bed after a horrible, horrible day...and then....there you are...in my dreams....as if I have summoned you! Kinda cool,huh? So, many times I think of how I would ask you about this or ask you about that...but I can't anymore. Then I have to draw on all things you taught us as kids and there it is....sure enough....the answer!
As teenagers, we try so much to not be anything like our mothers. Then, later when we have children....that day comes...when your child is testing your patience beyond belief....and you finally do it....you say those things that your mother used to say to you...that you hated! You become....your mother...on some level. Like the teen growing up that hated all the rules...and then she has kids and all of sudden....guess what? She has rules for her kids!
If you were here, I think you would hate me picking you up in our Escalade....you would say that you were too short to climb into it....you would hate this texting thing...and you would probably tease me a little about being a grandma and being older....and how you can't believe that I am really a grandma!
If you came back tomorrow, I would not complain about picking you up Town Talk bread, driving you to the store on a moments notice or hearing for the twelve hundredth time how Dad had ticked you off with his latest demands. I would just give you a hug and show you to my swing outback!
Love,
Pats
I wish you were here to sit out back on the swing on my patio with me. I know you would love that and, of course, you would be smoking and I would be saying "ma..the smoke is in my face again!" But, this time....I wouldn't move away...because I know what it is like not to have you here and in my life anymore...so...nope...I would sit right there and grin and bare that damn smoke of yours because I would be so happy just to be next to you again.
Goodness....remember that time that I told you I only had one negative about you ...and that was the fact that you had five kids and what the hell were you thinking? And you laughed and told me about being Catholic and you thought it was funny, too. Now....well...for a long time now...I have five kids...my original two that you loved to spoil and three more blonde ones....that you would have gotten such a kick out of! I guess you and me are more alike than I thought??LOL....
I want you to know that I think of you on my good days....and on my bad days. I only dream of you after I have gone to bed after a horrible, horrible day...and then....there you are...in my dreams....as if I have summoned you! Kinda cool,huh? So, many times I think of how I would ask you about this or ask you about that...but I can't anymore. Then I have to draw on all things you taught us as kids and there it is....sure enough....the answer!
As teenagers, we try so much to not be anything like our mothers. Then, later when we have children....that day comes...when your child is testing your patience beyond belief....and you finally do it....you say those things that your mother used to say to you...that you hated! You become....your mother...on some level. Like the teen growing up that hated all the rules...and then she has kids and all of sudden....guess what? She has rules for her kids!
If you were here, I think you would hate me picking you up in our Escalade....you would say that you were too short to climb into it....you would hate this texting thing...and you would probably tease me a little about being a grandma and being older....and how you can't believe that I am really a grandma!
If you came back tomorrow, I would not complain about picking you up Town Talk bread, driving you to the store on a moments notice or hearing for the twelve hundredth time how Dad had ticked you off with his latest demands. I would just give you a hug and show you to my swing outback!
Love,
Pats
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