Mom

It's been 6 months now since she died, but I got a few good reminders of her today. When dad came out at the beginning of the month, he brought out a bunch of things from the condo he had found after we had left. He went on a cleaning spree, and pretty much put everything he didn't know what to do with in these boxes to figure out what we should do with them. Today Sue and I decided to go through the boxes (since he's leaving tomorrow morning). As I was going through some things, I came across a bunch of pictures of my friends and I mom kept for herself. There was one that she kept on the side of her old fashioned desk so she could look at it while she was laying in bed. There was another one of a few of us at an event that I emailed her while in college. And there were the pictures of my godson that she kept on her dresser for the few months they were both alive together. This reminded me of the part of my eulogy when I talked about mom knowing, and understanding, that my friends were also my family. And how she always wanted to make sure she was part of that family too. Seeing these pictures (which most were huge print outs on normal 8.5x11), reminded me of mom, and her constant questioning of how my friends were. It's nice, because dad has taken that place. He'll ask me if I've heard from certain people, how others are doing, and how often I talk to my friends. I never knew how much dad also liked it when my friends were around. Guess I'll have to be home for the fireworks this year so everyone can come down!