Mom died in November 2012. She was tired and ready to go, eager to be reunited with her sister and her mother. I always picture them together in heaven, laughing and having a good time. This is the first Mother’s Day when I cannot be literally with her to give her a hug and to say, “I love you.” But I have felt her with me a lot this past week.
First, Mom always enjoyed the squirrels in her back yard. This week, a squirrel wandered onto my patio and sort of looked in the sliding glass door. That does not usually happen in my apartment complex. I have seen an occasional squirrel jumping in the trees, but that’s it. I do not even have bird seed or nuts out for the wildlife to eat. I figured it was Mom checking in!
Then, Dad was typically the one who filled the hummingbird feeders at their house years ago. But Mom enjoyed watching them too, often pointing them out through the kitchen window. Two of my upstairs neighbors hang hummingbird feeders here at my apartment complex. The birds like it, but they are usually high up their by the balconies. Saturday, when heading out to go see Dad for our weekly visit, a hummingbird actually buzzed me. It zipped past and then came back and hovered for a second by my face before moving on. I figured it was Mom telling me to say hello to Dad for her.
Finally, I found a penny on the sidewalk the other day, as I came out of a restaurant. And Saturday evening, I found another one in the parking lot when I got back from seeing Dad. Of course, I bent down each time to pick them up. Mom always did too. In fact, she was amazed and almost angered when people would notice them in the street but not stoop to get them because “It was just a penny.” Growing up through the depression, she knew those pennies added up. That I saw two this week makes me think it was Mom dropping them for me to find. Mom loved the following poem, and I think of her whenever I see it. . . or pennies waiting to be found.
I am missing Mom, today especially. But I know she is always with me. I expect she will be with tonight when I order pizza and watch a movie I know she’d like. She always enjoyed our weekly movie dates. Maybe I’ll watch Sister Act or Mama Mia because she liked the songs, or Fools Rush In for the love story! Maybe Steel Magnolias, although that makes us both cry at times. Whatever I watch, I expect she will be here with me. Maybe she’ll even bring Grandma and Aunt Bernice with her.
It should be a good evening.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, MOM! I LOVE YOU!