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The second part in a tribute to my Mom. |
Treasure Every Moment Part 2 Sometimes I cry at the most inopportune times. There is never any one thing that sets it off: a word, a song, or a moment in time. Tears won’t bring her back and it seems with each passing day that the memory of her grows weaker. I remember lots of things like brushing her hair, exploring new places together, and sharing a cup of tea. Then sometimes I wonder, was it all just a dream? Dreams can create the perfect illusion. Gone are the imperfections of life: weakness and sadness, loneliness and fear. Realizations dawns upon me that I never really knew her at all. Pictures I found from before I was born show a woman that I never knew. What dreams did she have? Did any of them come true? Now I will never know. I never asked the questions that I should. I always thought that there would be more time, time that slips away even now. Sometimes the tears flow freely. Sometimes it’s a feeling that passes like a gentle summer breeze. Tears never release me from the fears that I still feel. Who will remember her when I am gone? Who will remember me? |