A year ago
to the day Patricia Rose O’Grady, my mom, lost her battle with kidney cancer.
Sometime
around three AM this morning I awoke, restless, thinking about mom and how the
holidays seemed somewhat empty without her. As I often do when I wake up and can’t sleep I head to the kitchen for something to eat.
There sitting on the counter was a note signed,
Love Pat.
The note,
written to my wife was a recipe; though I’m sure my wife may have dozens of such
notes I can’t ever remember finding one. How odd that I should find this on the
first anniversary of her death. After reading it I felt comforted and was able
to fall asleep after returning to bed.
Just a while
ago I was walking in the blowing snow, below zero wind chill and brilliant sunshine.
I was singing and talking the entire time, comfortable yet aware how quickly
things can change, just like the year which has passed.
2014, a new year, a time for new beginnings ….. Welcome
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