Maharet
Today is a somber day for me…it marks the last day I was able to go out and do something with my mom. Her favorite family tradition was getting all the kids dressed up and take them to church. So, last year, we got our kids dressed, assisted my mom in getting ready, grabbed her wheelchair, and went to church for Easter service. It was the last time my mom left the house…
Today, I carried on her tradition with help from my friend, Julia. We got our kids dressed up and went to church with her boyfriend and father of her girls, Mitchell. We stayed for the entire service and went to her cousin’s house for Easter dinner. (BTW, why is it on holidays like this, the dinner takes place around 3pm??? Shouldn’t it really be called “Easter Lunch”? *shrugs*)
I have found myself wandering aimlessly, thinking of Maharet, her laugh, her smile, the way she used to help me do my hair for Easter…coming home after church and getting dresse for the beach…God, I miss those days…
She was a strong, independant, beautiful, loving woman, and today I miss her terribly…I’ve tried so hard to keep myself from crying today and I’ve done well in that account…
…until now…
