It’s been a year…

My mom and I, a few years ago

Hello all.

Gorgeous, September day,

September 16 ,

a year ago,

my mother,

died.

It sure has been,

a tough year,

missing her,

parting with her things,

packing to move,

making a new home,

without her.

It has been a year,

of growth.

I have been,

enveloped by love,

supported by friends,

by family.

I have learned things,

about myself.

I now know,

much more about me.

I am resilient,

I am loved.

The love of my mother,

and all those who have,

gone before her,

my grandfather,

my father,

my grandmother,

the things,

they taught me,

the joys, the fun,

the hard things,

too,

these make me who I am,

today.

I miss my mother,

our talks,

our laughs,

the things we shared,

I miss her roast chicken,

her pate chinois,

I miss cooking for her,

too.

Today is the anniversary,

but, everyday I think of her.

I don’t get all choked up,

anymore when I talk about,

her.

I share anecdotes,

and I smile,

at those fond memories.

I have known many,

people in my life,

no one remotely like,

my mom.

I know we are all unique,

but, she was uniquely,

unique.

She walked her walk,

to a soundtrack,

only she heard.

She was much loved,

more than she knew.

She is missed.

I know she is at peace,

reading a book,

or watching Downtown Abbey,

having a political debate,

telling people they should vote.

Tu me manques beaucoup, maman.

I know she knows,

I am happy in my home,

she knows I am happy,

with Catherine.

She knows I have joy,

and calm.

I know,

We’ll meet again.

Later girls,

BB

By Bookish Butch

I am a bookish butch in my mid early fifties. I live in Montréal and always have. I used to run a small used bookstore. Reading keeps me sane. My latest jiggie is photography, book project in the works, living the dream

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