17 May 2012

A Son Mourns...



Mom, mother, mommy, or Ma....no matter how you say it...it describes the loving soul that brings you into this world. She cares for boo-boos...feeds you when you hungry...tucks you in at night.

It has been 18 years since I got the early morning phone call that changed my life. Her passing caught the family off-guard and left me cold. I went home for the funeral. I had a week home with my dad to try and help him get things squared away. It all seemed like a blur to me when I was home. I was home just 2 weeks prior to celebrate my brother completing graduate school. Mom was so proud to have seen both of her sons had earned their Master's Degrees. The above picture is the last picture I have of my mom. It was taken at my Master's graduation in June of 2004.

To say that was a "mama's boy" would be a bit of an understatement. I will never deny that fact. She made me who I am. Funny, sarcastic, and caring. She taught me how to care for myself and others. She was my biggest champion and my hardest critic.

Now, 18 years later, I still fight that urge to pick up the phone and call my mom. There is a void inside of me that will never be filled again. There is not a person on earth that can take her place. I still expect to see her when I come home everyday. There may be a few close "2nd," but there is no one that will ever replace your mom, or a mother's love.


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