I'm thinking a lot about my mom. She passed away this month three years ago and sometimes I am stopped in my tracks, stunned at the thought of the fact that she is gone.
Today I was making cookies for Chris--I gave the beaters to James, and was telling him how his Grandma always gave the beaters to me and Amy. Then I got really sad. Those pockets of happy and sad just come out--and they are unavoidable and they hurt. But at the same time, I know they are good for me. We grieve, but we remember. Sometimes we smile, sometimes we are sad, but in the end we are remembering a life, a person that we loved, who helped to make us who we are.
Anyhow, the cookies were good.
XOXO
1 comment:
so sweet. thinking of you while you are in this pocket of sad.
~Courtenay
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