One More Day

Today I found myself fiddling with my hands like Mom did when she was nervous. I have also noticed I run my hand across my children’s cheek like she did to me. And my hands look just like hers. I wonder have I always had these similar mannerisms and features … and if so why have I not noticed them until now? Or have I began to imitate her … in a subconscious effort to keep her memory with me?

I’ve heard people say that after they have lost someone close to them they start to forget little things … but I still remember so much very vividly! I can still remember her smell and her touch. I can still hear her voice and her laugh. I guess I’m lucky for that.

Have you read the book, “For One More Day’ by Mitch Albom? What I wouldn’t give for one more day with Mom. For a chance to ask her a few more questions and tell her a few more things.

For now I will have to settle for my one sided conversations that I have with her and hope that somehow she’ll find a way to answer back.