January 1 2010 Brad’s mom died a few days ago. Brad’s the man that rocks my daughter’s world My daughter wasn’t feeling well, I could hear it in her voice when she called to tell me but she was in her car and on her way to Brad’s… close to an hour drive from her home. She was crying. Crying for her loss because she’d grown to love his mom over the years and crying for Brad…
It was the last week in August 1984. I’d been waiting for that day forever. We were moving…..far away. We were leaving our home, our friends, our family everyone and everything we knew to make a dream come true. CALIFORNIA! It was a bittersweet good-bye, filled with hugs, kisses, promises and tears yet there was excitement and curiosity at the same time. My girls were my pioneers heading west and I promised their new best friends were waiting to…
My daughter called yesterday. She was stopping by to drop something off for me. “I’ll meet you outside,” I told her. I stood masked on the driveway edge, and watched her pull up, mask up and walk toward me. I only let her come so close before I began backing away. Even now I find it hard to fight back the tears when I think about it. This is my youngest adult-woman-child. The one who sat on my lap…