A Note

Hi Mom, it’s me. You have no idea how much I miss saying that when I would call you. There are still many times that I think to call you…

Now would be one of those times, to tell you how happy I am and all about why. My life here is wonderful and I am happier than I have been in a long time. I miss my friends and family in Georgia but hopefully will be able to visit them soon.

I think you and Dad would be proud of me and the life I have made here. You would love my house and the room I set up for you, called the “nap room.” It is perfect. My career is going well and I am fulfilling the plans to be a writer and have my book published. The garden is another story…it looks like your last garden. There really is no excuse except I have been enjoying life and playing. Do you know how long it had been since I played and had fun? I think you do since you were one of the only people I ever confided in, plus you could always tell by looking at me…and most of the time by the sound of my voice on the phone. I guess mother’s always have the sense about their children.

You would love the people I have met here too. My neighbors and dear people in my life. I think you would look at me and smile because I am so ridiculously happy here. I wish you had lived to see that. But I know that you see it now. And I do miss talking to you. I know that you are here and can see everything, but it’s not the same as sitting together on the back porch in the morning or night and talking over coffee or wine. The laughs we always had together are some of my favorite memories.

Cooking with you is another. And I just gave one of you recipes to Rita.

I found a pamphlet recently, and I know that you had something to do with it. I take it as a sign of you telling me that it is OK to move forward with it, that you guys are happy for me. I made a call today to start the process. It comforts me so knowing you and Dad are behind me.

Thank you for visiting me in my dreams so often. I love it when you do. I always wake up with such a warm feeling when you are Dad are there. You know you were my favorite Mom. I feel good that now I can joke about things and in your letters to you.

I am doing great, but I would still give anything to hug you and Dad one more time. Thank you for being the best parents in the world. Thank you for continuing to look out for me and send me signs (I know that butterfly the other day was you). Thank you for loving me unconditionally. Love you. Tell Dad I love him too.

Speak to me

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