Sweet Serenade

The older I get, and the longer my Mom is away, I realize that I am more like her than I ever knew. I find that quite interesting because other than the fact that I look JUST LIKE HER, I always thought that was where the similarities ended.

The first realization came when she was in the hospital and kept a spiral notebook so that she could write. I never even knew that she liked writing. That realization became very clear as I read her "handwritten obituary." So detailed and filled with emotion.

I also learned that she liked to sing (as do I). She would often joke about her "frog voice" but she sang anyway.

Last night, there was nothing "froggy" at all about her voice. It was STRONG and CLEAR as she serenaded me with just ONE verse from a song I'd often hear her sing:

"Run away child, running wild
You, better go back home where you belong
Run away child, running wild
You, better go back home where you belong..."

She sang that over and over and over...

I woke up wishing that that the song would continue. If she kept singing then that meant she was still here with me. I didn't want the song to end.

As I look at the rest of the lyrics they speak so loudly to me, especially the last verse:

"Mama, mama, please, come and see about me!
But she's much too far away; she can't hear a word you say
You're frightened and confused; which way will you choose?"


I miss my Mom...yesterday, today...EVERYDAY.

Let the DIALOGUE begin: What's YOUR Mother's favorite song?

Talk to me!

Til next time...