I've read so many of your posts through the weeks/months - feelings of emotional anger watching others who still have their Moms while ours were gone. I haven't felt that - but recently have watched/listened to youngsters speaking with their Moms - the usual childish things that go by unnoticed - and I marvel quietly how these little ones don't know what they have. "Mommy,.... this or that" and the Moms impatiently dealing with momentary behaviors....but these little ones have no idea what a miracle is standing next to them - will they remember these moments some day? How many of those moments did we have - and couldn't fathom it either. I watch them - not jealous or angry - but with pangs of something I can't even put a word to. Miss my mother so badly.
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