How can something so little, so simple, make you cry?
A forgotten hamper of her laundry in my sewing room. Decided to wash them and go through what to keep, what to pass on.
All of a sudden tears flow and I say out loud, “I don’t really want to be doing this!”
I can look across the room and see the box. The one with her cremains we were going to bury this fall, but decided to wait until spring. Around her birthday in April.
I’d much rather be able to pick up the phone and give her a call.
I still miss you, Mom.
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