I remember Mom sitting talking with her arthritis doctor, one day years ago. Now mind you, she was wheelchair-bound by then save in the confines of home; her knees and ankles, ravaged by rheumatoid arthritis, would no longer support her so she could walk. She sat in a wheelchair facing him, and I sat behind her in one of those godawful vinyl chairs that all doctors’ offices seem cursed with–
She was telling him about her dreams. “In my dreams there are these big green fields,” she said. “And I can walk in them, for miles and miles.”
Yep, I cried then, and I cry now, partly from loss but mostly for joy–
…
for in the green fields of heaven she walks those miles.
Love you, Mom ♥
The showy orchis isn’t a field flower, but a forest one–which wouldn’t have mattered to Mom–she’d have walked miles to see this, too.
Photograph copyright by Paul Gamble 2012. Used by permission (he’s my brother.) 🙂
Hardest day of the year. Couldn’t even put flowers on Mom’s grave with frost being predicted for Sun and Mon night. And we got it both nights. We do have our memories, and tears.
Mom had only been gone about a month on Mother’s Day 2012 and I was still numb. This year, the numbness was gone. I wanted to go to the cemetery but the tears kept coming so I couldn’t drive–maybe next year–