My mother died this June. She was 98. I was 57. The hole in my heart is off-scale. So this new blog. I first entry is dedicated to her. She had a lot of friends. People who cared about her very much. It is my privilege that she spent the last four years of her life living in assisted living center. 10 minutes from my house.
We had always been close. We became even closer. And as a memory dwindled and she became more frail, she became more precious as well. I can't say how much I miss her. Often times we would buy a McDonald's hamburger and drove to a nearby reservoir. Sometimes we get out of the car, but often we just sat in a parked car. And talked.
We talked about the days living on our little lake. We talked about our pets that we have had over the years. We talked about old friends. And we talked about my daughter. All the hopes and dreams I have for her. The colleges she's thinking about.
Now that my mother is gone, I long for a closer relationship to my daughter. Other mothers have told me that they had a difficult time with the child in high school as well. And that these times would pass. We have one last year together before she goes off to school. I hope it can be a good one.
I love you mom. I love you, my daughter.
