This morning I woke up thinking of my mom. She has been gone 4 years this past New Year’s Day. Lately, she has been near, and I’m glad to feel her presence. Being my mom, whether in this world or another—she knows when I need to sense she is close by.
Late last night, I posted her photo in place of my profile picture on Facebook. I happened to glance at the time on my computer and it read 11:11. She was with me. I don’t recall how it came to be, but if I look at the time and it reads the same number repeatedly…2:22, 7:77, 12:12, etc., this is my mom saying “hi”. It’s curious how often this happens.
And as I’m writing this blog, I’m sipping strong coffee in a Christmas mug. It’s May, but it works. She was a holiday person & gave me my assorted Christmas mugs. I’m also eating chocolate…that’s my mom.
Butter Pecan ice cream, shoes, Danish puff, shoes, fresh flowers, shoes, bridge club, shoes, lemon meringue pie, shoes, infectious laugh, shoes, angel food cake, shoes, sewing aficionado, shoes, impish grin, shoes, sugar cookies–never with icing, shoes, caramel rolls, shoes, chocolate, shoes…I could continue, endlessly, which is a good thing. However, in a few words, Darlene Gissler was sugar, fashion, and humor, molded into a fashionable shoe.
She is a part of my heart and a bit of who I am. Her love of holidays, comfort in making people laugh, and her fashion sense, are just a few of her signatures that are imprinted in me.
I miss her every day.
I’m grateful that Darlene was/is my mom. How lucky am I. I hope in her lifetime, I gave her some of the joy she deserved.
Appreciate your mom, whether you have a good relationship or not. She gave you life.