Time for my second Five Minute Friday post:
Here are the rules:
1. Write for five minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back to Lisa Jo Baker’s blog with the rest of the Five Minute Friday-ers.
3. Comment on the person who linked up before you.
Please join us!
Today’s prompt: SEE
Nearly every night, before I fall asleep, I say a quick prayer to my mom asking her to come see me in my dreams. Once in awhile she shows up. Not very often though and rarely in the way I want to see her. It has been nearly ten months since she died and I miss her dreadfully. I didn’t see her daily, but we talked… and talked… and talked… probably three times a day and living less than two miles from each other, my kids, who I know miss her so much, saw her just about everyday.
Everyday, I see things that remind me of her, or make me want to pick up the phone and call her. I will be driving, or walking, or…..doing anything when a memory of her comes back and actually makes me catch my breath. Is that normal? I don’t know. Before she and my sister-in-law Francine died last year, I really was fortunate to not have to deal with death very often in my 43 years.
There is a commercial that I see nearly everyday. I hate it. I understand the reason for it. It is an anti-smoking advertisement. It shows a man sitting in a chair, struggling for breath, attached to an oxygen tank. It truly hurts my heart to watch it, knowing that my mom was dealing with this on a daily basis and she was NOT a smoker. She was just unfortunate enough to wind up with COPD, (Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease.)
So for now, I will keep asking her to come and see me, and when I picture her in heaven, I see her with her mom, Francine and all the people she loved that went before her and I see her breathing – unattached to hoses and breathing tubes, and of course, she is smiling.