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lorraine of culture kitchen pretty much nails it, i think.
today would have been the 76th birthday of my mom. she died in 1981, when i was a few months pregnant with my son. i still like remembering her birthday. so much she did not get to see...like any of her grandchildren. as i approach the age she was when she died, i feel a bit weird.
"life goes on and on and on..." ray davies
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every woman i know that has lost their mother feels "weird" when they reach the age, or pass the age, of their mother's death...
it's sad that she missed knowing her grandbabies...
i read the first few sentences of lorraine and it rocked but i can't focus well enough to read right now so i will definately come back to this one...
peace, annie...
I lost my mom at age 11 and I'm approaching the age she was when she died (50). I've been expecting that to be a strange year, but what was unexpectedly weird is that I had a really hard time when my own son turned 11. I didn't know how to mother past that age--well, actually, she was pretty depressed the last few years of her life, so I could also argue that I didn't know much about mothering before she died, either.
Oh dear, so many memories before breakfast!
Thanks for your uplifting and supportive comments on my blog the last week or so! And you SHOULD post the story of your Love, everyone likes to read about it!
:)
It is hard to remember our parents deaths and compare them to our lives.
I remember the dates of their birthdays, anniversary and deaths. I think of them often, but more on those days.
It must feel a bit weird to approach their age at the time of their death. I know my hub is doing the same thing. It is very common, from what I hear.
Sorry she never got to know your kids!
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