Though the current project started as a series of posts charting my grief journey after the death of my mother, I am no longer actively grieving. Now, the blog charts a conversation in living, mainly whatever I want it to be. This is an activity that goes well with the theme of this blog (updated 2018). The Sense of Doubt blog is dedicated to my motto: EMBRACE UNCERTAINTY. I promote questioning everything because just when I think I know something is concrete, I find out that it’s not.
Hey, Mom! The Explanation.
Here's the permanent dedicated link to my first Hey, Mom! post and the explanation of the feature it contains.
Monday, November 28, 2016
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #510 - First Birthday, January 19, 1963
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #510 - First Birthday, January 19, 1963 - Photo Series One #8
Hi Mom,
Here's a photo from my first birthday.
I am holding that clown candle that you set on the table on my birthday each year. I did not realize that it was given to me on my first birthday. This is another discussion we should have had. I am inclined to want to continue your traditions, the ones you created to make my birthday special. This is a subject (birthdays) that I have written about before on this and my T-shirt blog many times. Those interested can search or explore the birthdays category.
This clown candle and the other year-by-year age were constant center pieces on the birthday table, even through most of my 20s and 30s, before the meningitis compromised your ability to set the table.
And it looks like Dad got a color camera. Or was using his father's for this photo. This photo was taken in our house trailer because those are your cook books on the shelf behind us, and I remember that wicker chair quite well.
The little hat I am wearing blends with your blouse, but if you look closely, you can make out the tip of the conical hat.
In the kitchen beyond the planter, I can see the evidence of pots and cooking.
We can also clearly see your wedding ring, which you always wore.
Had we been looking at this photo album together, I would have asked you if the clown candle that we kept was this one or if you replaced it. I would have asked about your blouse, as I do not remember it. I would have asked what you had made for dinner that night. I would have asked when I got too heavy or too old to sit on your lap (surely years later as I am only one years old in this photo).
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Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
I miss you so very much, Mom.
Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.
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- Days ago = 512 days ago
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1611.28 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
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