I wasn’t going to post anything about Mother’s Day. Not because I don’t like the holiday, but because it’s the first one without my Mom.
The last year and a half have been a little difficult to say the least. My parents home burned in January of 2012. Thankfully, they were able to get out quickly– literally with the clothes on their backs.
A fire is a sickening and devastating ordeal and I pray you never have to experience it.
The restoration company came and took items to clean and repair. Being in shock, we did not have a clue what was salvageable enough to even take.
Nine months after the fire, my mom was in a car accident. With a broken hip and a crushed leg, the doctors told us these injuries were fixable and non-life threatening. But, within twenty-four hours after the surgery, she had a massive stroke.
She died six weeks later.
Fast forward to this week. My dad is almost finished rebuilding the house. The restoration company delivered several cleaned and restored furniture pieces along with several boxes. This sounds crazy but we had no idea what could be in those boxes.
The first box I opened contained this cross stitched piece I did for my mom in 1984.
Is it a coincidence that it’s Mother’s Day weekend and our first without our mom?
Makes me wonder….
p.s. go hug your Mama’s right now.