Mother’s Day is always bittersweet for those of us whose Moms aren’t with us anymore.
Unable to make new memories with our mothers, we have to preserve the ones we’ve got. No small task, if the newest of them dates back more than 20 years.
I remember calling my mom’s cousin, Carole, back in 1991 to let her know Mom’s battle with cancer was over.
Carole was ten years younger than mom, and she looked a lot like her. Not too surprising: their mothers were sisters, and the women in our family have pretty sturdy DNA. My sister Tracie looks so much like Mom that Dad, as his health and memory failed, would see her walking across the field that separated their homes and think it was Mom coming home from work.
So. I was telling Carole that Mom was gone, and Carole asked the one question we all face after a loss like this: “How are you doing?”
I didn’t miss a beat. I answered the way my Mom would, when there was absolutely nothing to be done but survive: “Oh, hangin’ in there.”
I heard Carole gasp. Tracie got Mom’s looks, but I evidently got her tone of voice and delivery, and for an instant, Carole said, it was like Mom herself was on the phone with her.
I remember that now, on Day 8 of the 2011 WordCount Blogathon, because I just visited Annette Gendler’s post, a really short one, inspired by a challenge issued by SMITH Magazine to write a six-word “momoir.”
Miss you, Mom. Hangin’ in there.Share on Facebook