maud·lin - (môd'lĭn) adj. Effusively or tearfully sentimental
This is a picture of my dad's family, circa 1962. Lynn, my aunt who just died, is behind Papaw. My daddy is in the middle, between Mamaw and Papaw. Now, I was not close to Aunt Lynn. I ran into her in WalMart now and again, hugged her neck and asked her how everybody was doing, and saw her at Christmas at Mamaw's. However, her death has really effected me, because her mother, my Mamaw, was in the bed with her, holding her, as she died.
See, so much of my life translates to my identity as "Mama". For the past couple of days, I have not been able to stop putting myself in Mamaw's shoes. She has lost a child. I know that she has done nothing but think about her little girl. And I really believe that, no matter how old our children are, mothers always think of them as little ones.
Today, on my way home from the funeral home, I was thinking about how people can have a certain moment in time where everybody is healthy and happy and together. Most of the time, people are too busy and stressed to realize that it is that time for them. But then time passes; people die, drift away, just don't care any more, change, etc... and the moment's gone.
I have a wonderful family. I'm genuinely in love with my husband, and my children are at the golden ages of 10 and almost 8. My parents are alive and we have a loving relationship. I'm emotionally very close to my brother. I have really wonderful friends. We are all healthy. This is that moment for me.
Thanks Be and Blessed Be.
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My mom said that Time seemed to have stood still, for the blink of an eye, and then accelerated quickly, and now she has 6 grandkids, the eldest two are 10 years old. She asked me on Monday--we were looking at pictures from the early 70s--"Where did all that time go?" Hugs and kisses every day, because too soon my "moment" will be a memory most precious to me...
Sweet AZ...all I can do is *sigh* and nod my head in Mama like agreement. Every moment is a gift, eh?
Even the ones you're trying to get alone in the bathroom.
I know, Sis. I've been thinking about Mamaw in the last couple of days. I've also been thinking what it must be like to be dad, who has lost a sister, and quite frankly, it's not a pleasant thought.
Luckily, we are all healthy. I got my test results back today, and the dreaded gay death's head is not to be seen in my house, thanks be.
Ironic, I just lost an aunt at the age of 56. Her sister, my birth mother died a few years ago at 56. How tragic that someone goes so young. How heart breaking for your Mawmaw to have lost a child so young.
(((((AZ)))))
I'm sorry to read about your loss.
This is an unusual post for you so I know you must be very sad.
I was struck by your notion of a perfect moment, often overlooked - perhaps you've been given a gift in this profound realization.
Mine was at Christmas 2003, the last time all of my family members were together (except my mother, who died in 1993).
Thoughts and prayers are with you,
Morgan
I continue to send good thoughts and prayers your way. ((HUGS))
This post made me cry! In a good way though.
I have a memory of one of those moments.
It was christmas a couple years ago. While I was drifting off to sleep I thought how nice that all of my faimly was under one roof. Its a really noce feeling.
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