It's amazing how you can remember where you were and what you were doing during significant events.
I was interviewing a meth addict in the Adams County Probation Department five years ago today when my mom died. I was in a courtroom covering the sentencing when Phil Carlson of The Whig walked into the courtroom with a message from my brother in Arizona.
I called him from the State's Attorney's office. He told me. I fell on my knees.
I remember walking down Jail Alley and blubbering like a fool. I wrote a horrible story about a bad person. And I went home, and I don't remember much more.
I miss my mother. Every day. She had a great ride for 65 years, but she was retiring from teaching school and looked forward to traveling and spending more time with her grandkids.
My mother was always so dang happy, even when life smacked her upside the head and was really cruel to her.
I can still hear her voice, sing-songing hello on the phone.
I miss her so much. But today I was determined to be happy, for her.
For the most part, it was a good day.
Miss you mom. You are in a better place. I will see you there some day, with any luck.
5 comments:
We happily let HyVee cook up the Chinese! and you happily rocked you heart out! Happy day honoring your Mom!
Rman, you will see her some day. And you made me cry. Again.
I was at work. I went to get lunch (tomato soup and a grilled cheese) and had a voice mail from mom. "I think I need a ride to the ER." I remember waiting for her, running over to Bobby's car, and then screaming to the hospital staff that someone needed to come out right now. I called David, and when the doctor told me, "I'm sorry, your mom died," I fell to my knees too. I just kept telling David I didn't understand. And then I didn't know what to do. Do I stay there? Do I go home? Finally someone came and told me I needed to tell them which funeral home we would use. What? Which funeral home? I don't know -- I have no idea - why are you asking me this? But then the family was here, and we went together to talk to Bob Zaagman, and you did such a beautiful job with the obit. I miss her, too. Every day.
C, Now you made me cry too.... When our mom died it was the middle of the night and she was in MN with dad. He could only reach our brother who came over to my house and just blurted out "mom's dead". I think I was in shock for about 9 months..... I still thank God that she went quickly, didn't suffer and know that God needed her in heaven for something spectacular!
Steph thinks that Wilma and Virginia got together and helped RotKnee and I meet. (How else were we ever gonna run into each other living 2 blocks away for a couple of years!)
What a beautiful tribue to your mother...she must have been an outstanding lady!
E. Cooper
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