I spent long hours with Mama in the last years of her life.
That gave me plenty of time to mine her memory for details of stories I’d heard for years but never took time to really listen to closely.
I knew (although I had no idea how soon it might happen!) that I wouldn’t have her forever. I wanted to gather all the bits and pieces I could hold that would remind me who she was, who she loved and what made her unique so I could always, always remember.
When she left us last September I felt like I had a treasure chest of tales and precious mementos.
It wasn’t that way with Dominic.
I never imagined I’d need such a thing.
I never thought I would be the one left behind with questions about what motivated him to this or that, go here or there, what brought him particular delight or made him stay awake at night.
Time was on my side.
He was young and vibrant.
No need to dig for bits to tuck away in case he wasn’t here to ask.
I was wrong.
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Glad you were able to talk with your mom. Before my mother died I was going over with a notebook trying to get information. Just after I started this, she died. Knowing I had things I wanted to talk to my son about, and because he was so busy with his family, it never happened still troubles me.
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It was good to spend the time with your mama ❤
Heart wrenching that we don’t have those stories of our boys 💔
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This really touched my heart.
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