So this is for you, Mom.
My mother loved, loved, loved snow...
...especially for Christmas.
So she would be tickled pink with the view outside my windows .
(I'd better brush the snow from the birdfeeder and put some seed out)...
It was 13 years ago today that we lost mom...
She was buried on Christmas Eve day.
At that time, I didn't think I would ever enjoy Christmas again.
Thank goodness I do. Time is a great healer.
My dad and sister were here for supper tonight, and of course we talked about Mom a lot. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if she was right here with us, enjoying the conversation, the decorations, and the view from the windows....
So Merry Christmas, Mom! It's quiet ... I'm closing my eyes... concentrating... and I can hear you singing "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas" as clearly as if you were right here with me.
"The heart, like the mind, has a memory.
And in it are the most precious keepsakes."
(Longfellow)
I love you,
Donna