Laura’s post on Dolcepics today got me thinking about my children and my parents. My mom only got to meet my oldest son. She died when I was a couple of months pregnant with my daughter. My mom had emphysema and then developed lung cancer, and the last 8 years of her life were not good. Our family thought that she was very close to dying before I became pregnant with my son. Then, almost miraculously, she took an upturn when finding out that she would become a grandmother (he is her first grandchild.) She lived for almost another three years. It is amazing what love can do. She called my son awesome, and the light of her life. She loved to be with him. We visited each other at least once a week and of course there were daily phone calls! Before her grandson, she used to be annoyed with my dad’s photography hobby. Once her grandson was born, she wanted pictures, pictures, pictures! This was before digital cameras so I’m sure my dad spent plenty of money on developing! The photo above is a “one month old” photo.
Unfortunately, years of smoking had taken their toll and she again took a downturn. One June, when my son was a little over two years old, early morning, my husband and I were still sleeping, my son in his crib sleeping, and we awoke to the sound of him talking. Less than an hour later I got the call from the hospital that my mom had died. I know in my heart that she stopped to see my boy. It makes me sad that he doesn’t remember her and that my daughter and youngest son never met her. But the pictures help bring the memories to me, and help me tell them how special their Grammy was.
Try to take the time to hug someone special today, “Love Thursday”!