tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024292548886538896.post2501213270177339945..comments2023-03-25T23:34:26.354-06:00Comments on Love Shall Not: M is for the Million Ways I Miss HerPollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04912515482390092873noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1024292548886538896.post-91344903727207553612008-12-13T19:18:00.000-07:002008-12-13T19:18:00.000-07:00I read this a few days ago, quickly before I had t...I read this a few days ago, quickly before I had to go to work so I wasn't able to fully soak everything that was being said in. Now that I have read it slowly and with my own memories attached to it, well, it makes me sad. Because I also think about her being alive still. I dream about it at least a couple times a year and I wake up haunted by her death and her disappearance in my life. I never got to know her like I should have. Even though I was married when she died I was still a teenager and hadn't formed that true mother/daughter bond like you and her had. I think I look the most like mom but I think you are the most like mom. I'm not talking about her weaknesses because unfortunately I inherited some of those also, but her strengths. You are one of the most kind and generous people I know and I think mom was that way too. We are both good at being aware of our weakness that we inherited from her though and I think in the end she would be proud of that. I wonder all the time what it would be like if she were still alive. In fact, whenever I repeat the story of how she died it almost feels like a lie because it's so surreal and freaky. I think she would have finally become the women she wanted to be...I think she was on her way when she died. It makes me sad that we will never have a mom to share the things that moms and daughters share. She would love going to JoAnns, Lane Bryant, and Target with us. She would love her grandchildren and her great-grandchildren. I miss her.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12707954987919225753noreply@blogger.com