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I am proud to say that I always have been and always will be, a 'Momma's Boy.' I dedicate this site in her memory. I have but one regret in life. I should have done this a long time ago. Then maybe I could have shown it to her. | ||||||||||||||||
I'm convinced you never really get over the death of a loved
one. Instead you find a nice safe place in your heart to file away all the
feelings and memories you have for that person. You visit that place every
now and again, and you remember..........
My mother was a wonderful and extraordinary woman. She was a devoted wife for over forty nine years, and a devoted mother. So, from time to time when I visit that place in my heart where memories of Mom are stored, I plan to share some of them here. You are welcome to read them if you like.
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My mother was gravely ill for a very long time. She hid it as long as she could. My father and I knew that something wasn't right. By the time she agreed to go see some doctors, she couldn't hide her pain any longer and............ A few weeks after my mother had past away, my father began the task of sorting through my mothers things. My siblings and I had finally left my parent's retirement home on Watts Barr Lake Tennessee and gone back to our lives elsewhere. My father found a poem, neatly folded and tucked away in the depths of the check book. It was definitely my mother's handwriting. She did not create this poem but had copied it from something, most likely something at church. Then she put it where she knew it would be eventually found.
Miss me, but let me go
Miss me a little, but not too long.
For this is a journey that we all must take.
My father had taken over the check writing many years ago. She had to have hidden it away at least three months before she died. I think though it was probably more like six or nine months, maybe even a year. She knew before she ever went to see the doctors....
September 9, 2001 At my mother's funeral, the old pastor was doing his best to keep the service formal and ceremonial. Much to my pleasure though, in mid service he went off and told a bit about what a wonderful woman my mother was and told a few personal stories. I wish he had done more of that. Anyway, at the end of the service, small slips of paper were handed out with words to a song for everyone to sing. The pastor said it was one of my mother's favorite songs and he thought that would be a fitting end to the service. When I unfolded my little slip of paper, it was the words to Jesus Loves Me. I wanted to sing.....but I couldn't....I just stood there with my eyes closed, being rocked in my mother's arms for the last time.
September 9, 2001 I was planning on setting up a portion of this site with my mother's recipes. She was a famous cook. The trouble was, I found a dozen different versions of her spaghetti sauce recipe. I found six different pecan pie recipes. There were at least ten different recipes for pizza crust. No one has any idea which ones are the right ones. Hundreds of recipes, in no particular order, marked up and revised numerous times. So.......I'm going to contemplate this dilemma for a bit and the world will just have to wait awhile before they can taste my mother's cooking.
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September 19, 2001
Once again......I have a little time.....and I don't know where to start. I remember one day when I was seven years old; my mother gave my siblings and me an ultimatum. If we wanted to go to the local amusement park that summer (this only happened once a year) we were going to have to earn the money to go. We were going to earn this money by delivering telephone books door to door. We would get one penny for each book delivered, and two pennies for each old telephone book that we returned. It sure did sound like a good idea, that is until the delivery truck came to drop of the new books. We had a one-car garage and the door just barely shut when they got down unloading. My little brother who was five at the time sum it up the best when he looked in the garage and shouted, "holy shit!" It was at this time when I put my then limited math skills to work to figure out just how many telephone books it was going to take to get to Coney Island. That's when I realized the garage was going to be filled up and emptied three times before we would be done! For one solid month of our summer vacation that year we delivered and retrieved telephone books from 8:30am to 8:30pm. The only relief from this torturing existence was Sundays. I remember distinctly how much for the first time in my life I was looking forward to church, so I could sit and do nothing for the better part of a morning. When we were finally done, we went to Coney Island the following week. We got there when it opened at 8:00am. It started raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock about 10:00am and it didn't stop raining all day. Our trip to the amusement park got rained out. The next year, we told Mom that we didn't want to go to Coney Island. We still delivered telephone books though, and did every summer until I was 12 years old. Finally, our prayers had been answered, Mom didn't think it was worth the hassle any more. Looking back, delivering telephone books taught me a lot. I may not have figured out what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to be a delivery man, and standing up all day, makes your feet hurt. Also, working for pennies really sucks. After all, there is a lot to be said for pushing pencils, pounding calculators and staring at computer screens all day. As my Daddy would say, "It sure beats the hell out of working for a living."
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October 5th, 2001
Today was to be my parent's 50th wedding anniversary.......I had so many plans. Life seldom ever turns out the way you plan it. So today, my father is on his way to Michigan with his lady friend Miss Bonnie. They are visiting relatives. I went to work just like any other day and tonight, I'll go to the gym. Then I'll go home to a couple of beers and the Sci-Fi channel on cable TV.....................and like so many times before I sit here and stare at the screen and not know what to write. |
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November 17th, 2002
Wow, how fast time flies. I haven't visited this site in over a year. It certainly isn't because I haven't thought of my mother from time to time. There isn't a day that goes by...... I once heard that when you lose someone close to you, that the second year is actually the hardest. They were right. My father and Miss Bonnie are doing well and in good health. I need to go visit my father. I haven't actually seen him in person for months. It has been a busy year here at Comey and Shepherd. I've let time control me a bit more than I should have, but it was good to have my work to through myself into. I have held true to my conviction that this crazy business we call 'Real Estate' is about helping people first. This past year, I have made a concentrated effort to focus more on helping people than making money. That was a very difficult thing to do, but it worked. I helped a lot of people this year, and I made a decent living doing it. And the man I see in the mirror every morning ..... looks a whole lot more at peace with himself. My mother always told me that you have to keep you heart in the right place. Well, mom your boy is finally learning how to do that. I'm not perfect at it yet, but i'm getting a little better at it every day.. I passed out halloween candy this year, and I saw this little kid dressed up as a turtle. I actually had one of those "Kung Fu Flashbacks." When I was in cub scouts, there was a halloween costume contest for the packs monthly get-together. I came up iwth the idea of a turtle, because I wanted to have a costume nobody else would think of. I told my mother what I wanted to do and she helped me do it. We spent hours making the shell, and painting it . She spent even more hours sewing me the pants, the shirt, the gloves, and the mask. I remember sitting down and drawing what I wanted and she made it. When the party finally came around, I won first prize for the costume. Note to self, next time I'm in Tennesse, I need to try and find a picture of that costume.
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April 17, 2003
It is hard to believe that two years have gone by. They say the grieving process stops after two years. and the pain begines to subside. Well, it is just a dull ache at this point and very much still there. I don't stop at the Mt. Zion Cemetery every time I head up 75 towards Dayton anymore. However, when I pass the exit for 675, or the Indian Ripple Road exit, I have to choke back the tears. I dream abouty my mother alot. When I first started seeing her in my dreams I'd run up and hug her and tell her how much I've missed since she died. Then she would get all upset. In my dreams my mother doesn't know she is dead. So now when I see her, we sit and chat, or I watch her make cookies and pies. Sometimes we shop. There are times we go for walks. She did ask about Dad once. I told her he was doing well. It all seemed kinda of odd to me but I didn't want to rock the boat. I just wanted to enjoy her company while I could. |
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July 23rd, 2008 Athough this page has been a part of my website for many years, I generally avoid looking at it. I need to write this down though while it is still fresh in my mind. I was at my desk at work busy going over data and formulas for my latest little DIY engineering project, (I'm researching magnetism) when I got the strangest feeling that someone was watching me. I turned around and there was my mother. She was sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk smiling at me. She looked to be in her mid 30s (The picture on this web page is my mother when she was 50ish). I said, "What?" and she smiled and said, "My God, you look like your father." To which I replied, "I know." She then proceeded to scold me for not visiting my Dad in almost a year. She asked me how I liked living in Atlanta, asked about my new career, and motherly scolded me for not getting enough exercise lately. We chatted for the longest time. She said she missed my Father, and told me she was glad he found Bonnie. She was glad he wasn't experiencing life alone. We even went to the break room and got some coffee. When she had finished her coffee, she took a deep breath and said she had to get going. "Okay" I said while standing up "I'll walk you out." To which my mother smiled and said, "No you can't." When i asked why not, she said, "Because you have to wake up and and start your day now. I love you." and she turned and started down the hall. All of a sudden I heard Bob Seger singin 'Old Time Rock-and-Roll' really loud. I sat up in bed and looked around the room. I got up, turned off the cock radio alarm, picked up my cell phone and checked the date. It was July 23rd, 6:15am. Time to start my day. |
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