Here is a picture that I cherish, mostly because I have so few of my grandmother who I loved very much. From left is my Aunt Frances, my granny, Aunt Vera and my mother.
I have posted about my grandmother and her love of cats and my fun times on her farm. This post is about my mom. 13 years ago today, she passed away from cancer. This day will always be the day every year that I dread the most and yet at the end of this day I will be filled with wonderful memories of my mother and feel so blessed to have been her daughter. Her name was Edna Elizabeth Wilson. She always said that she wished she had been called Elizabeth as she hated her first name. I remember telling her when I was young that I didn't like mine either. She just rolled her eyes and said "Oh darn, so what do you want to be called?" .
Deborah, Debbie, Deb stuck so it never got changed but I never blamed her...it wasn't so bad. Mom had a great sense of humour and always looked so pulled together. My friends used to tell me that I was lucky to have her for a mom...she was cool!
I wish she was here to meet Riley (my grand-daughter) and see how much she looks like her daddy. My mom loved my children so much and was very proud of them. It's so hard not to share my joy with her. I feel her with me everyday though and sometimes when I am faced with a decision I find myself wondering what she would do. "Make a decision and stick with it. It will all work out." I still hear her voice and can see her kind eyes. I am grateful for that.
Today I will try to enjoy the memories mixed in with a few tears. "Miss you, mom"