I lost my mother to lung cancer 5 years ago. After the funeral everyone went to Mom & Dads' house. The house was so full of family and friends that every once in a while I just had to get out and away from everyone. I would walk out to an area of the yard they had their garden when I was a kid. I sat there alone in a fine misting rain and just talked to Mom. After about the third trip to the garden, I was walking back to the house and suddenly felt someone behind me putting their arms around me. It startled me and I just froze for a moment, then looked behind me to see who was there. There was no one. I truly belive it was my Mom. Makes me cry thinking about it even now. I miss her so very much.
I talk to her every day and feel her with me all the time. We always had Thanksgiving at Moms and I never got around to getting her recipe for dressing. But, now I make the dressing for our family from memory by using ingredients I know she used. (without a recipe) and it always taste like Mom's dressing (or pretty close). I think she helps me make the dressing every Thanksgiving. Every year we have exactly what Mom would have made and we share our memories of her. Sorry, little off track but Thanksgiving is near. |