Memories of Mom

The colors of spring 1

I am writing on my deck today remembering a very sweet spring day from the past.  My mother and I sat in the exact same place sharing coffee and memories. She was happy, reasonably healthy and in the moment. My mother was legally blind and could not do the one thing she loved most.....read a book.  It was a source of frustration for her but she coped by using audio books. Ultimately, listening to books would make her tired....and sometimes fall asleep!  Not so with my writing, thank God.

She was such a blessing to me.  For hours on end, she listened to my manuscripts as I read them aloud to her. Often, she would stop me, conveying a thought about my work.  Losing one sense made her keenly feel with the other senses, and she gave me such good advice.  As I sit here today, I feel her next to me smiling. She loved spring, as I do and I can almost hear her thoughts on how happy spring made her feel.  My memories of spring will always be tied to my mother.  Happy spring Mom...you are missed.  I love you.