Friday, August 6, 2010

When you think of them

If you've read my blog, you know I love to reminisce about life and the people who have touched me along the way.  The awful truth about life is the longer you live, the more people you will lose.  I lost my mom when I was 19 years old. I miss her so much, but what I love to think about was our happy times together. How do you like to remember the people you've lost?  Do you have a fond memory or an experience with a lost loved one?

I'll share one of mine that tickles me pink.  I had to be about 12 or 13 years old.  I was walking down the hallway of our home from my bedroom to either the family room or the kitchen (can't remember).  As I turned the corner to continue down the hall, I saw my mother in the dining room trying to grab a casserole dish out of the hutch.  She dropped it.  Then she dropped the S-bomb.  I gasped because I had never heard her curse before.  She looked up at and smiled.  You know that smile.  She sheepish grin of someone who just got caught.  We never spoke about it and I never heard her curse again, but in that moment, we made an unspoken vow to keep the secret (oops . . . now I've told the blog world).

So what's you fond memory? Funny story? Favorite way to remember your lost loved one?
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Natalie · 766 weeks ago

We always knew my mom was past her limit, over the top mad when she said "damn". I've rarely ever heard her say anything stronger...and all 5 of us kids cuss like sailors! Got that from our dad ;)
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TamingInsanity 57p · 766 weeks ago

My mother didn't swear frequently but my dad did so much that I didn't even notice it anymore...
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Tracita Linda · 766 weeks ago

I love all the topics on here so far, you guys are growing!! The only thing is I'm a little confused with who's writing what..maybe a signature would help all that?!
On to my story *clears throat*
My paternal grandmother holds a special place in my heart, although when she passed on I was living in the States and had no constant communication with her. I remember her taking me over the weekends when my crazy mom was hanging out and singing in bands. She would make me give her foot massages, although I hated it then, I miss doing it now.
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preshusmedotcom 29p · 766 weeks ago

My mom swears like a trucker now (only over the past few years) and she always says "pardon my French" afterwards, like she's trying not to offend anyone, but you know she's got a few more s-bombs lined up! LOL!
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Dawn · 766 weeks ago

My grandmother gave me a plant before she passed away.. I love nurturing it... talking to it.. as if it were her listening....
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Ms. Understood · 766 weeks ago

That is such an awesome tangible thing. I bet it really feels really good caring for your plant. I have my mother's Bible. I don't touch it because I don't want to put any wear on it. I think I'll start reading it and reading the different notes she made in it.
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Jess · 766 weeks ago

I will never forget the time I spent with my grandma, I lived with her on and off when I was growing up. We used to always sit in her patio and play cards and watch TV together. She took every opportunity to tell me how important education is and having good credit. Weird I know. But it has always stuck with me.
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Ms. Understood · 766 weeks ago

I love all of your stories!! I hope thinking of these stories brought a smile to your faces.
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Audrey · 766 weeks ago

When I look in the mirror. That's how I remember my paternal grandmother (*smile*) Really though, as I've been told by countless members of my family, "You look just like your grandmother" or they'll playfully call me KT (her initials). I try not to stare in the mirror too long because I start to actually see her : trembles : lol She's always somewhere in my mind. That's how I remember her.

When we visit my parent's hometown, I instantly start thinking about my maternal grandmother (my paternal grandmother was from there as well). I made sure to go by her house (which is now torn down) whenever we visit. But the family visits the grave site of all our family members whenever we go. We lay flowers on special holidays too.

I'm starting to really miss them now....

(great topic)
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Ms. Understood · 766 weeks ago

I know exactly what you mean about looking in the mirror. When my mom first passed, people used to cry when they saw me. It was weird/awkward, but I knew it wasn't their fault. She gave me her face. Fully and completely (you've seen the pic Audrey). Your family does a lot to remember their lost ones. That's beautiful.
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Danielle · 766 weeks ago

My aunt passed from cancer a couple of weekes ago. My mom had a tea party in her honor a couple of weeks before she passed. She was lively, doing good and at her best. She had been fighting cancer for 10 years and it sucked the life out of her. I didn't want to go see her at the end, I wanted to remember her alive and doing well. But I went and it wasn't too sad, she was surrounded by family that loved her and it was very peaceful.
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Shayna · 766 weeks ago

In the past few years I have lost most of the people who loved me wholly - my grandfather, an aunt and uncle, another aunt... cancer is a death sentence in my family. But I remember talking to my aunt who lived in Washington D.C. as she drove way to fast around the Beltway, yelling at other drivers, and calling them "sonny". I remember her and her husband -also deceased - celebrating with me when I got into college, and lazy weekends at their beach house. I remember that they loved me and thought I was wonderful, and I feel better for it.
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Tonya · 766 weeks ago

I have an aunt that passed away three years ago today from cancer. She and I were very close. It has taken me this long to get over it. I had a hard time at first, but now I like to think about the fun times we've had (and we certainly have had our share!) We had funny nicknames for each other and always laughed when we were together.

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