2 years ago I woke up to and endless chain of messages on my voicemail…. I can still hear them ringing in my head like it was yesterday…. I can still feel my heart beginning to race faster and faster as I realized what the messages were going to ultimately mean.
You were gone.
No more, “Hi, Laur” heard on the phone…. no more listening to you sing weird oldies songs… no more stories about when I was little… no more complaints about your knees… no more holding onto resentment……………..
I’m not going to spend the day crying….. I need to find a way to turn this day into something uplifting rather than upsetting. I always admire Kellie so much for their “Miles Day” when they celebrate little Miles’s short life….. I need to find a way to do the same.
I think I need to plant flowers….. My mom had the best green thumb, which I unfortunately did NOT inherit.
Love you Mom, no matter what the past was filled with…..
I about started to bawl right there in the frozen isle.
Obviously it wasn’t really you… just some lady who looked so similiar… her hair cut and color were just like yours… she was turned to the side gabbing with a friend.
I just stood frozen staring….and staring. My eyes welled with tears but I couldn’t look away….
I just wanted a few more minutes “with” you……
It’s been almost 2 years since you’ve been gone, but i’m still waiting to pick up the phone and hear you say, “Hi Laur”……
Not one day has gone by that I haven’t thought of you… been mad, sad, upset or regretful…….