Today was what my mother would have described as “pleasant”. She loved the pleasant seasons- fall and spring- and would have been gloriously surprised by such a day as this existing on the nineteenth day of July. I thought about her today as I enjoyed an afternoon cup of coffee and then wandered around the yard with the camera.
I’ve thought about her a lot lately. As I get older I find myself comparing my actions to hers even more than I did before. There are some things I do much better than she did, mostly because I have more money, education, and experience. And there are other things that I couldn’t do better if I had a million dollars and lived to be a hundred! Mother always had more patience than I do. She was kinder and more forgiving.
Mom and I sometimes clashed over our differences, but our similarities, especially with regard to the important things in life, kept us firmly bonded even when we were physically or philosophically miles apart.
I’ve been a bit surprised that Dad’s death has brought back so many memories of Mom, but I guess that makes perfect sense…they were “pair’ for most of my life and now they are both gone. I miss Dad, but I suppose his death has been easier on my heart and soul than Mom’s because I was able to enjoy his company for so many more years. I always felt that my time with her was cut far too short.
Today I spent some time going through a box of mom’s letters, manuscripts, notes, and cards. It was a pleasant way to spend a pleasant day!