~Sentimental~For some reason when I see any person being disrespectful to a good parent, especially a mother, I want to pick them up by the ears and shake them. It isn't very rational but it is what I want to do. I want to tell them that they may not have their mother forever, life doesn't promise them that. I want to tell them that it is too late to appreciate her after she's gone. I want to tell them to be careful of what they say in anger, that it may come back to haunt them. I want them to know that if something happens and they don't get to say good-bye, it will always be there in the back of their mind and the regrets will crop up from time to time. I get very sentimental when I look up and see the last picture of her that was taken in the summer before she went home to be with the Lord. She's standing in front of my ceramic shop and she looks so happy. She loved being there, talking to people. My mother never knew a stranger, she would talk to anyone about anything and she talked and talked and talked. I was embarrassed by her at times, she was funny and exasperating and said exactly what she thought. I didn't tell her often enough that I loved her, I didn't tell her that she was the best grandma to all the grandchildren, I didn't tell her that her pride in her children was special. I guess I thought she knew those things without being told so it took me off the hook. Getting sentimental, thinking about and remembering the woman I called "Mom" is the best kind of sentimental. "Time, whose tooth gnaws away everything else, is powerless against truth." Author Unkown.... |