Member Monday: I Saw My Mom Today by Patsy Parker
I know I have already posted this writing I did a while back, but now it has been published in the Redding Writer’s Forum, a writing group my husband and I belong to locally. 🙂
Welcome back to Member Monday. Today we welcome first time poster, Patsy Parker. Grab a cup of something warm and a tissue and enjoy Patsy’s poignant essay.
I Saw My Mom Today
by Patsy Parker
I saw my mom today, even though she’s been dead for eight years, two months, and nine days. She rose from her bed in the late morning. The aroma of fresh coffee tickled her nose. The sounds of creaking and crackling filled her ears as she walked down the hall. They weren’t coming from the floor.
When she reached the kitchen, she pulled her favorite coffee mug down from the cabinet. It was the only one she used; it read simply “Mom.” Her daughter had given it to her one year for her birthday.
I saw my mom today. On summer days such as this she stayed in her loose-fitting clothes all day since she didn’t have to drive kids to school…
View original post 454 more words
Posted on October 6, 2014, in Writing. Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.
I haven’t seen my brother since 2000 and my sister in 2012.
I haven’t seen either of my brothers since 2009 I think. The last time we were all together was at our dad’s funeral. So I can relate somewhat.
I was the middle child of seven, Patsy was the oldest. There were three sisters older than me and three brothers younger. There are three of us left, my surviving sister and brother still live in Northern Arizona.
Wow! That’s a big family, Jean. 🙂 Do you see your brother and sister very often?
My sister’s name was Patricia, but we all shortened it to Patsy. I truly miss her!
Yeah, people always assumed my name was Patricia my whole life and would try to shorten my name to Pat. My mom always told me, “You’re name is Patsy. Don’t ever let anyone call you anything but that!” So that’s what I’ve done! 🙂
Did your sister move away?
No, my sister passed away in 1992 of heart failure at age 56. She was a very compassionate person. We grew up in Oak Creek Canyon near Sedona Arizona, she was nine years my senior, my big sister :-).
I am sorry for your loss, Jean. Was she your only sibling?
It finally dawned on me why I was drawn to your blog on Redding Writer’s Forum; my oldest sister was named Patsy, and our maiden name was Parker. I had been writing on my memoir when I saw that you had a second blog, and went to your other blog where you said you thought you were crazy, and I had to chuckle. The difference is your mother assured you that you are NOT crazy, where as my mother assured me that I WAS. It took me thirty-eight years to realize that having a difference of opinion doesn’t make one crazy, it just makes us different. I hope you are having a happy, successful day, whatever you are indulging in! Life is good!!!!
Wow! Well, hello Jean “Parker”! That is so funny! My maiden name is Holder. My husband’s sister is named Patricia. But my name is just Patsy. 🙂