Ronni
Well-known Member
- Location
- Nashville TN
Little Ivy. Mrs J. Mum. She’s been gone a long time. I still miss her laugh that sounded like a machine gun, low and gravelly. I miss the way she’d call me “luv,” and how she always complained, every time she washed her hair, that she couldn’t do a thing with it. I miss that bright red lipstick. I miss those steel gray eyes, whether they were boring into me from over the top of her glasses, or made huge and liquid through those magnified lenses.
She was a tiny woman, short and thin and frail looking, and she looked like she’s break with the first gust of wind.....until she gave out one of her legendary hugs, so strong and embracing that I wondered how she didn’t snap my bones, even as I felt profoundly comforted. Most of all I miss how she loved me, fiercely and with everything she had, and then more. I never once questioned that love. I took it for granted a lot, but never ever for even a moment doubted it.
If my legacy to my own kids is one tenth as enduring as hers was to me, then I’ve not disappointed her, and I’ve made her proud. I love you, Mum
She was a tiny woman, short and thin and frail looking, and she looked like she’s break with the first gust of wind.....until she gave out one of her legendary hugs, so strong and embracing that I wondered how she didn’t snap my bones, even as I felt profoundly comforted. Most of all I miss how she loved me, fiercely and with everything she had, and then more. I never once questioned that love. I took it for granted a lot, but never ever for even a moment doubted it.
If my legacy to my own kids is one tenth as enduring as hers was to me, then I’ve not disappointed her, and I’ve made her proud. I love you, Mum
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