DEC THE FIFTH
So, tomorrow would have been my mother's 91st birthday.
Dec 5! or as she would always say DECEMBER THE FIFTH. Anytime someone asked her birthday, she always would reply, December the fifth! She never "quoted" any other dates that way. For instance, my birthday was always "March 28th", my husbands, "December 13th". But when she talked about her birthday she meant business, DECEMBER THE FIFTH.
After 50 years of celebrating December the fifth with her, tomorrow will be very somber for me, now that she has passed. I think a million things at once, all because I have over a million memories. Tomorrow would have been a day for my sister to bake her a cake or for me to bring her a pumpkin pie. She would insist that she didn't really need anything, but bring some gifts for the girls (the cnas and the nurses). I'd decorate her room and we would sing. I would bring little gift bags for some of the staff. Last year she gave them little hopping frog bday favors.
December the fifth will never ever be an ordinary day for me, even now that she is gone. I know I will be sad because I already am. I miss her. I miss her more than I thought I would. More than I thought would be possible. I go to bed at night and still wonder if I will get "that" phone call. The one where she would call me and say "hey what you doing", as if it were the middle of the afternoon.
One of my memories will be of one of the times when she was still able to get into a wheelchair and i'd walk her down the hallway in the nursing home. There was a happy 100 bday sign on someones room door. She turned to me and said "you will have to make ME one of those when I turn 100"
December the fifth, tomorrow. I will think of mom. I will swirl all my memories around in my head. I'll wonder what she is doing and how she is spending her day in heaven. And I hope she is having lots of cake. Angel food cake. Happy birthday in heaven mom.
Dec 5! or as she would always say DECEMBER THE FIFTH. Anytime someone asked her birthday, she always would reply, December the fifth! She never "quoted" any other dates that way. For instance, my birthday was always "March 28th", my husbands, "December 13th". But when she talked about her birthday she meant business, DECEMBER THE FIFTH.
After 50 years of celebrating December the fifth with her, tomorrow will be very somber for me, now that she has passed. I think a million things at once, all because I have over a million memories. Tomorrow would have been a day for my sister to bake her a cake or for me to bring her a pumpkin pie. She would insist that she didn't really need anything, but bring some gifts for the girls (the cnas and the nurses). I'd decorate her room and we would sing. I would bring little gift bags for some of the staff. Last year she gave them little hopping frog bday favors.
December the fifth will never ever be an ordinary day for me, even now that she is gone. I know I will be sad because I already am. I miss her. I miss her more than I thought I would. More than I thought would be possible. I go to bed at night and still wonder if I will get "that" phone call. The one where she would call me and say "hey what you doing", as if it were the middle of the afternoon.
One of my memories will be of one of the times when she was still able to get into a wheelchair and i'd walk her down the hallway in the nursing home. There was a happy 100 bday sign on someones room door. She turned to me and said "you will have to make ME one of those when I turn 100"
December the fifth, tomorrow. I will think of mom. I will swirl all my memories around in my head. I'll wonder what she is doing and how she is spending her day in heaven. And I hope she is having lots of cake. Angel food cake. Happy birthday in heaven mom.
Comments
Post a Comment