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Update: 12/25
I had no idea how hard Christmas would be, or how nearly every holiday memory, tradition and feeling is tied directly to my mother.
There is no Christmas this year. Can't even begin to try, it's too painful. No tree, no music... only tears.
--------------------------
Mom
Already I catch myself
thinking, "When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!"
Then remember, I'm alone.
She was always there
to answer my calls -
To listen to my "small talk"
or when I climbed the walls.
At times, I didn't feel like talking
and somehow, she understood -
Didn't say she wished I'd call
or make me feel like I should.
Now, I wish I could have
more time to show I cared -
To say just how important
were all those times we shared.
I could have shown my love
so much more than I did -
I never did it enough
even when I was a kid.
Now it's too late to do or say
all those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
when my heart is cold and sad.
She was my "anchor" to this life -
The "rock" that I clung to ?
The place where I could turn
when nowhere else would do.
Now, the ravages of smoking
have worn my "rock" away -
And all I have to cling to
are memories of yesterday.
Jeanne Gates
August 7, 1930 - October 17, 2008
You will live forever in our hearts.
Troll messages have been removed. Please have the good taste and good sense not to add any more.
Perknose
Senior AT Mod
I had no idea how hard Christmas would be, or how nearly every holiday memory, tradition and feeling is tied directly to my mother.
There is no Christmas this year. Can't even begin to try, it's too painful. No tree, no music... only tears.
--------------------------
Mom
Already I catch myself
thinking, "When I phone,
I can talk of this or that!"
Then remember, I'm alone.
She was always there
to answer my calls -
To listen to my "small talk"
or when I climbed the walls.
At times, I didn't feel like talking
and somehow, she understood -
Didn't say she wished I'd call
or make me feel like I should.
Now, I wish I could have
more time to show I cared -
To say just how important
were all those times we shared.
I could have shown my love
so much more than I did -
I never did it enough
even when I was a kid.
Now it's too late to do or say
all those things I wish I had -
No way to ease the pain inside
when my heart is cold and sad.
She was my "anchor" to this life -
The "rock" that I clung to ?
The place where I could turn
when nowhere else would do.
Now, the ravages of smoking
have worn my "rock" away -
And all I have to cling to
are memories of yesterday.
Jeanne Gates
August 7, 1930 - October 17, 2008
You will live forever in our hearts.
Troll messages have been removed. Please have the good taste and good sense not to add any more.
Perknose
Senior AT Mod