mnmjenn's Journal

I really miss my mom when fall comes.  She died November 4, four years ago.  Her funeral was on a beautiful day.  I have found lots of circumstances since she's been gone that I wish I could share with her or talk over with her.  I find myself just wanting to sit down for coffee and catch up.  Sometimes I feel like I could just pick up the phone and call her.  How I wish that were so.  I'm not going thru any major depression over this.  Just a melancholy note sustained throughout the melody of my day; the sweet sadness of a tender memory; the grateful heart for the gift she was. 

She loved me without finding fault... and for a zealous perfectionist, that is sorely needed.

Thanks, God, for my mom.