When I was a child, I knew my parents were exceptional. I was well aware of the love between them was rare. They had a very special kind of love. One that is now helping my dad live each day without his “Love” by his side.
That is what he called mom. “His Love”. They were best friends. Soul Mates in every sense of the term
They were together 365 days a year. 24 hours a day. 7 days a week.
They often had lunch together when they worked.
Or met after work for a pizza at the same place I was working.
They held hands. They Kissed. Laughed. Loved.
We grew up in this environment. It was awesome.
When I got pregnant with my son. I was not married.
It certainly wasn’t planned.
I knew right away that I would be a single parent.
I embraced my pregnancy. From the first moment, I knew. Long before any doctor could tell me for sure. I knew.
I was going to be a mom. A mom like my mom.
With all the love I had inside of me.
When Bobby was born was the happiest day of my life.
As he grew up, I cherished those moments.
I wasn’t the kind of parent who needed time away from my child.
(Maybe a moment or 2. LOL)
I was an awesome mom.
He was an awesome son.
Yes, I always appreciated what I had.
Mom (And Dad), thank you for your love. Your teachings. Your guidance.
Mom, I am very much like you. Like dad as well.
I miss you here. Not as much for me as for dad.
I still can’t see him without seeing you.
I pray that never changes.
I could not have had a better, more loving, more giving son.
You were the world to me. The sun, the stars and the moon.
I always knew what I had.
I now have their memories.
ALWAYS AND FOREVER.
I really had it all. Especially when Danny came along.
I have made a good life for us. I live life as best as I can.
I know what I have now.
A beautiful place place to live.
And so much more.