I have great memories of my mom and I also have some bad memories. All I know is my mom tried as hard as she could and her love was unconditional.
My mom’s “go to” was the Holy Spirit when she needed help. Which meant the Holy Spirit was at our house daily.
She did all the things a mom is supposed to do, but to her she felt the most important thing was to make all my troubles go away.
Unfortunately for my mom, trouble was my middle name.
The last time I saw my mom her biggest concern was that she wasn’t going to be there to make the troubles go away. Now I was forty nine when my mom made her death bed and I hadn’t lived with my mom since I was nineteen. So she really wasn’t around to hold my hand for thirty years.
Since my mom went to heaven she has been holding my hand daily. I realized heaven is much closer than Indianapolis, Indiana. My mom has kept me out of trouble these last several years. I think she purposely died so she could be closer while I finished my failed marriage and went through the divorce.
I see my mom in Hazel, I see my mom in two twenty two, I see my mom at my thanksgiving table, I see my mom when I drive by a church, I hear my mom when a certain song plays and she has popped up at times when I’m bumping fuzzies.
I was laying in bed with a lady and she asked me if I smelled a cigarette burning. I told her that it was my mom having a smoke. That was a Grand Opening/Grand Closing with that lover.
That was my mom making sure all my troubles go away.
So today I’ll think of the ups and downs that I had with Cecilia Marie. The first person to love me unconditionally.
To all you Chalkheads…. If you see your Ma today, give her a hug for me.
If your Ma is with my Ma…. They are standing there in front of us…. Bringing unconditional love straight from heaven…
Thanks Mom….