Dear Mom, 6/30/2023
It's been several months now since we talked. Even the last time we were together, we were not able to have a conversation, much less much of a visit. There have been so many times that I want to pick up the phone and talk to you. Tell you something about the kids, what Karl was up to, or what little Anthony was doing. How he makes us laugh...I wish you could have met him. I wish you could have met all my grandchildren, we have 4 now. Rebecca had her third a month ago at home with her midwife and all went perfectly well. Little Martin was 10 lbs 12 oz. crazy, I know.
Missing you and wishing I could talk to you, hear your voice, not just the voicemails I've kept to listen to, but your voice, in person. At the same time though, I don't want you to still be at that nursing home, miserable and trapped. I would want you to be back in your condo enjoying a warm bath every night, watching TV in your middle bedroom and enjoying your own food. I would want you to have your little red Toyota corolla outside waiting for you to get out in the morning to Mass or to the grocery store. So, I guess, as they say, you are in a better place. Wherever that is. However that is, with Our Lord, Jesus.
Not knowing what that is exactly like, I wish I knew that you are alright and happy. My friends all say, "You know where your mom is! She's in Heaven!" I know that, I pray for that, but what is that and how is that place? Are you happy, Mom? Are you Okay, Mom?
We have lost so many relatives throughout the years and I mourned their absence in our lives. But I have never lost anyone so close to me as you. You are my mom, my mother who gave birth to me and raised me, who knows me through and through. I worry about you, miss you, and pine for your presence to tell me what happened to you now. I still need advice, since I haven't figured out life yet and need your input. Basically, just to call and talk to you, make you laugh, or just give you some good news about the kids or Doug. Just to chat for a few minutes.
Anyway, I've kept you long enough and I've rattled on without making much sense. I love you mom, and you will always be my mom. I sing Anthony that song and now think of you and your smile as I sang it to you. Everyday, I think of you, everyday I want to pick up the phone and tell you something, everyday, I feel that part of being your daughter sighs at your absence. I pray for you everyday and hope that you are alright, safe, and happy.
Love always,
Liz
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