When I was a teenager, my mom would sometimes let me play hooky from school so I could help her clean the house. Yep, proof positive that my fanatical cleaning habits, go way, way back. Anyway, the other day, this song popped into my head and I couldn't help but smile. Remembering vividly my mom placing her beloved Gladys Knight and The Pips record on and music blasting, we would make our way through the house. This song was her favorite. And mine too. I can't carry a tune, and the truth be told, neither could she. But I don't think she would mind me telling you so. Tonight, when I found this, I sang and I smiled and I cried. Knowing that I will, for the rest of my days, miss her desperately.
“When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and you are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: there will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.”~ Patrick Overton
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<3 Love :)
You will find more and more as the time passes. I am deeply sorry for your loss....
Sending love from afar Heather! BTW, I wish I had more of your fanatical cleaning habits.....I'm not a slob, but I haven't an ounce of desire to actually clean, let alone want to skip school to do so! Big hugs!
Yes Heather as time goes on you will be amazed at all the memories that will pop into your head. You can be anywhere and something will triger a sweet memory. And they are awesome...(even if it brings a moment of sadness)
Bluebelle
Hugs and love my friend.
I've been knee deep in 5 month old crazyness...but I want you to know you are loved and prayed for.
Thinking of you all of the time (but hesitant to call with all of your family there)! Anytime you need to talk, call me! I'm always here for you (I wish I were there)!
May your treasure chest stay forever jam-packed.
Sweet memory! How funny that your mom kept you out of school to clean the house. You'd probably get in trouble if you did that today - child labor laws or something :) I will keep praying for peace and comfort. Big hugs.
Beautiful posts Heather. Love you and thinking of you and sending you hugs hugs hugs.
My mom & I are both tone deaf - but reportedly sing in the same wrong key.
I'm so sorry you lost your singing partner.
Heather and Family,
Sorry for your loss. Time heals all wounds. Memories are most precious.
Bluebelle's friend,
Ginny
Cherish those memories! I think the little, every day ones are the best.
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