If Only I Could

My Mom passed away 25 years ago. She was only 68 & should not have died. One day I hope to be able to document the details, but after 25 years, I have still not been able to capture the emotion I feel about her death & write it down on paper.

When your Mom passes away, you realize that now you’re at the top of the food chain. You don’t have your Mom to call to find out how to make her Chocolate Pie recipe or what was the secret ingredient that made her spaghetti taste so good. My Mom & I were so much alike. I have her DNA & as Forrest Gump would say, we were like peas & carrots.

She taught me about thrift shopping & where to find bargains. She never bought anything new. I’m not as obsessive as she was because her thrift shopping was driven by necessity. One time she bought an in-ground pool with plastic liner & decking at a yard sale & when I was there visiting her, I helped dig my share of the hole in the backyard. Eventually, the spot became large enough, the pool went in, and I could get into the water on the next visit. I don’t have the nerve to buy a “pool kit,” but I love my weekend thrifting. It’s my little tribute to her.

So, I would love to call her. I’d love to tell her about the thrifting treasures I have found. I may not be lost, but reassurance is always welcome. 🥰