This past week I’ve been truly missing my mother who passed to a far better place on Mother’s Day this year. It’s not that I don’t know she is happier and free from pain—it’s just that as exciting things happen in life, I can’t go in and talk to her about them anymore.
Here is a picture we took at the Mt. Timpanogos Temple. I wanted to tell Mama all about the sweetness of this day and how the room was so crowded more chairs had to be brought in and then there were two people sitting on some of the chairs any way. I wanted to tell her how wonderful Nate’s family is and how much she would like them. I wanted to tell her how the sealer greeted the moms and the grandmas and then whispered in my ear that we were the ones that started all this.
She always seems so beautiful to me and she looks like she stepped right off the pages of a fashion magazine.
As a mom, she looked so young that some times people didn’t believe she was my mother.
Here is a picture of our family taken at my Grandma Brinck’s home with my parents, three brothers and little sister.
This week as I sort through her clothes, I just want to gather them all around me on the bed, hold on to them (sobbing as I never did in the days after her death and funeral) and think of her and how much I miss her.