Mom’s Day~Friday the 13th

My mom loved Friday the 13th. She thought it was a lucky day made just for her. Lottery ticket purchased check. She looked forward to these special Fridays almost as much as her birthday which was on the summer solstice, the longest day of the year. That also made mom feel extra special. I adore how my mom could celebrate what may likely cause other people pause. We never had a black cat but it would have been her choice if she ever actually owned a cat. 

With the approach of spring, I am feeling nostalgic and remembering all the joys that were my mom. Yesterday, my great grandson got down her bells from a shadow box that she loved. He paused at a picture of her, turned to me, and stated confidently……..this is your mom, Noni. Somehow I have shared my mom with this thoughtful three year old that I cherish. Then the bell concert began. Mom collected bells and would have loved to join in with her great, great grandkids. 

In a couple of weeks, I turn seventy and begin another decade of life. My mom was someone who embraced life through all its seasons. Even in her eighties mom was full of love and adventure. She was always up for a road trip with Elissa and me. It was obvious that our Siri gps was an actual person. That is why she worried that the voice she heard belonged to someone who never had time off. Naturally, I began changing the voice on my phone so mom didn’t need to be concerned about the lack of days off that Siri got. She also loved where she lived which was also obvious on our road trips. Whether we were driving through downtown San Francisco or out in farm country mom let us know she would not want to live there. San Fransisco had too many people and too much traffic while the farmlands were filled with women who had to work way too hard at life. It got to be so prevalent that Elissa began recording each time mom stated she wouldn’t want to live somewhere. Her young girl travel journal was filled with checkmarks of her Grandma Pat wanting to live right at home not in one of the many places we passed through. 

I miss my mom this week as our Aunt Helen went to be with her heavenly family. It is easy to see her kids knowing that the days forward will be filled with memories of the woman they adore. 

I look forward to my next chapter of life with family and friends and treasure the life lived with those kicking up their heels in heaven with my mom and Ryan. Even that chapter holds promise. Until then our adventures make me smile Mom. 

In Hum, 

Joyful

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