and dial that 795 number and chat on the phone with her until I had to try three times to tell her I had to go - even though I had to attempt the phone call three times because it was busy every time I called. I wish my fathers house still stood so I could go set on the front porch and wait for her white Lincoln to come around the last curve before getting to our road as she came to save me from boredom or work on my summers at my dads. We would go shopping and have so much fun. I loved talking to her at night as we watched TV and Granddad snored in his lazy boy. I cherish our conversations and always will. I wish I could drive down hwy 12 and pull in to their house just because I was driving by and wanted to see them - I didn't need a reason, it was like she already knew I was coming. I want to get in her freezer and get a fudge sickle when I get too hot this summer. I want her to put a "dab" of lipstick on my lips before we go eat at Glasgow's on a Friday night. I cherish these memories. My heart will break the day she goes to be with our maker and my tears will fall but I know that she will be happy again and no longer suffering. That is what I truly want. I want her mind right. I want her to be able to remember all these great things I remember. Tonight I will go to bed with this heavy heart...
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Heart Tangled
My heart is heavy tonight and my mind is tangled with memories and thoughts of a very dear loved one. The memories I have of her our pleasant - almost as pleasant as her blueberry cobbler with a scoop of vanilla ice cream on top. I wish so bad I could go back to their old house and set on the counter one more time with her while she chopped up strawberries. I wish more that I could do this at her new house and I could stand at her side as my daughter took my place on the counter. I had a glimpse of hope that we might see her in the kitchen again if her knee got better - I could not help but dream of that day when she cooked a whole meal in her new kitchen that she had always wanted. I remember being a young girl and men telling her she was pretty and she always came back with some kind of smart remark. I admired her whit and charm - I saw it as strength. Her I don't give a dahm attitude but would still do anything in her power for her family - this inspired me. I wish so bad I could pick up the phone 
and dial that 795 number and chat on the phone with her until I had to try three times to tell her I had to go - even though I had to attempt the phone call three times because it was busy every time I called. I wish my fathers house still stood so I could go set on the front porch and wait for her white Lincoln to come around the last curve before getting to our road as she came to save me from boredom or work on my summers at my dads. We would go shopping and have so much fun. I loved talking to her at night as we watched TV and Granddad snored in his lazy boy. I cherish our conversations and always will. I wish I could drive down hwy 12 and pull in to their house just because I was driving by and wanted to see them - I didn't need a reason, it was like she already knew I was coming. I want to get in her freezer and get a fudge sickle when I get too hot this summer. I want her to put a "dab" of lipstick on my lips before we go eat at Glasgow's on a Friday night. I cherish these memories. My heart will break the day she goes to be with our maker and my tears will fall but I know that she will be happy again and no longer suffering. That is what I truly want. I want her mind right. I want her to be able to remember all these great things I remember. Tonight I will go to bed with this heavy heart...
and dial that 795 number and chat on the phone with her until I had to try three times to tell her I had to go - even though I had to attempt the phone call three times because it was busy every time I called. I wish my fathers house still stood so I could go set on the front porch and wait for her white Lincoln to come around the last curve before getting to our road as she came to save me from boredom or work on my summers at my dads. We would go shopping and have so much fun. I loved talking to her at night as we watched TV and Granddad snored in his lazy boy. I cherish our conversations and always will. I wish I could drive down hwy 12 and pull in to their house just because I was driving by and wanted to see them - I didn't need a reason, it was like she already knew I was coming. I want to get in her freezer and get a fudge sickle when I get too hot this summer. I want her to put a "dab" of lipstick on my lips before we go eat at Glasgow's on a Friday night. I cherish these memories. My heart will break the day she goes to be with our maker and my tears will fall but I know that she will be happy again and no longer suffering. That is what I truly want. I want her mind right. I want her to be able to remember all these great things I remember. Tonight I will go to bed with this heavy heart...
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