February 24, 2003
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I took Em back to school tonight and on the drive home I remembered something my mom told me years ago about her mom.
My mom was born in 1931, she is the oldest girl in a family of 8 brothers and 2 sisters. Her mom had all but the last child at home, for some reason, with this one they took her to the hospital, which was 30 miles away. After the baby was born my mom was allowed to go in to see her mother. The new baby brother was in the nursery and it was just the two of them in a dimly lit room. Mom said they didn’t really talk and after awhile her mother sat up on the side of the bed and began brushing her long auburn hair. She remembered thinking to herself how beautiful she was sitting there and how much she loved her. She didn’t say anything though and the moment passed, a doctor and nurse came in with a wheelchair and took her mom out. She died that night. To this day my mom regrets not telling her mother what she thought, I like to think that her mom knows.
Eva Leona was her name, she was 36 when she died. She’s the reason I tell my kids I love them so often. She’s the reason when I look at them and think they’re beautiful I don’t hesitate to say it, even though I know it will just brings groans of, oh mom.
It always reminds me, don’t leave the important things unsaid.
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It is sad when a Mother dies, I am always warning my lot that I have to go sometime but they can’t bear to think it, and always say “you been saying that for years and you’re still here”. I say “I know but I can’t last forever”. Poor Paula gets real upset, Angela is more Stoic and as I never see Gillian I don’t know what she will think, probably good riddance, Nick will shed a little tear, he did when my Brother went. Cheers Portia
I tell mine I love him rather too much every single day and I hug him and I kiss him until it drives him mad (but he laughs). I do this because I don’t remember being loved, hugged or even kissed out of affection rather than good-night, good-morning, when I was a child and I don’t want him to grow up thinking he wasn’t loved.
I honestly don’t know what I’ll do when my mum isn’t around anymore… how terrible it must have been for your mother, to lose her mother so young
Ditto on Morgane’s thought… I love you mommy!!! P.S.- I never groan.
and I think granmom was born in 1929. 
isn’t she 74?
Here here! I can’t even imagine, no matter what she does or thinks of me, losing my mom. I don’t know what I’d do without her anymore.
Love ya,
Jemery
Ditto on Morgane’s thought… I love you mommy!!! P.S.- I never groan.
and I think granmom was born in 1929. 
isn’t she 74?
whoops! my comment was doubled from a refresh! you can delete the xtra, nothing different from the 1st.
love you momma!
I learned the hard way about that…telling people you care as often as you can….even if it is with just a jesture of some sort.
BTW….another prescription? LOL. Funny stuff.
What a beautiful blog, absolutely beautiful.
hi! sorry its been so long! ive been so busy trying to get all this military insurance and doctors straightened out its insane! i love your blog about your mom and grandma! my mommy is my best friend in the entire world (aside from my husband) and i cant bear to think about when her time comes. ill go insane… the world just wouldnt matter to me anymore w/o my mother to help guide me and share it with me!
anyways, would love to hear from you! if you are on msn messenger, im kandibandit@hotmail.com, and on yahoo im dippindotz02, and on aol im k2thaandi soooo hopefully we’ll talk soon.