One Month and One Day

dadIt has been one month and one day since Pop-pop (my Dad) passed away. It is getting easier but, still, I think of him – and my Mom – and get sad. I hope they both know how much I love them tonight…

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BeeBoo B Day

Today, 09 July 2014, would have been my Mom’s 77th birthday. It would have been a BIG day for BeeBoo (my mother’s nickname), as she loved any excuse to have fun, eat bad food and just be a kid – even at 77. Regrettably, my BeeBoo passed away suddenly and without warning in 2008. It took me a long time to “get used” to Beeboo being gone. I still miss her. Every day.

Mom and DadMom giving my Dad some “sugar.” If you’re from The South, you’ll know what that means…

When my Mom passed away, well-intentioned friends tried to comfort me by warning that it would suck for the first year – the first round of holidays and birthdays missed, the first few times when you “forgot” that you couldn’t just call her up when you got home any more, etc. Even now – and I kinda’ love Pop-pop (my Dad) for this – I still occasionally get calls, look at the caller ID screen and see “MOMS CELL.” See, Dad still has my Mom’s cell phone active – he says the reason is that the phone has a great calling plan no longer available but I suspect it is because there is a certain finality that will happen when he shuts that phone off, and he doesn’t want that to happen. I don’t, either. It makes me smile to see MOMS CELL when my phone rings, and I frequently joke with friends that BeeBoo had called me from Heaven…

beeboo and sissyMom and my little sis, on what certainly must have been National Print Blouse Day, LOL!

So BeeBoo, in the last few minutes of your birthday, I wish you a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I miss you like crazy – still – and thank you for watching over me. I hope you, Jeannie, Mommo and AJ had fun today, celebrating wherever you all are (are there birthdays there?) and just know that I love you, miss you and will see you when the time is right.

Not too soon, though, OK?

You were/are the BEST mother a boy could ask for, and I am glad you are mine. You know I believe that children “pick” their parents; I hit the jackpot when I found you and Dad. Happy Birthday…