Here’s a little blast from the past. This is my Aunt Millie, My mom and their mom, Grammy, pulling up the rear of the Congo line. In the background are many other Aunties – Aunt Dot ( rocking the cat-eye glasses and doing some voguing), Aunt Nancy and Aunt DeDe and I’m guessing my Uncle Jimmy, but could be Uncle Cliff. There’s a broomstick. You can’t see me. I’m there, by the broomstick. I want all the matriarchs to make it under the broomstick. I also remember marveling at the crotches of their pantyhose, while they bent to accommodate the game. Except for grammy. She wasn’t a fan of under garments.
I miss you, Ma. This is my first Spring season without a Mom.
I’m grateful I did the emotional work (therapy) to truly appreciate all she did in this magickal lifetime. No regrets, no resentments – just love.
As a side note, I’m so grateful my friend Stacy said “have the memorial, don’t wait till after the pandemic.” Brilliant advice. It was incredibly healing to grieve in a group. Despite my trepidations regarding the computer screen, it was 100% the best thing, and a lovely ritual. If you’ve lost someone and you’re waffling, call me. I can lift you up.
In the meantime, be a good offspring and send some love to your Ma.
I highly recommend a little something from FanciFull Baskets. I sent quite a few baskets to friends & family during the panny, they never disappoint, and it really is a click of a button.
But mostly, you know what Momma would like? A card. A declaration that she did good and you recognize that.
Please, can you send a card?