Happy Birthday, Mommy.
I especially missed you this year during the extreme highs and lows. Thanks for sending the lady bugs.
She was THE Angel of this Earth. I don't care who you think is. They are not, SHE was. ;)
While my wings are black, hers were snowy white.
I am reminded of her spirit today. How she dealt with people blew my mind.
I have been dealing with an extreme personality this year. This extra-terrestrial anomaly is unlike anyone I have ever dealt with before. People who are smarter than I am will back me in saying it is the most elusive leaf in the wind to catch...just astronomically ridiculous for any human to get a grip on. It's drenched in co-dependence because of how many people count on him. It basically sucks.
My Mother was the polar opposite and yet still an anomaly. While I can perfectly hear what she would tell me to do and how to say it (because she was freaking PERFECT) she was also the woman who pulled me from a dangerous relationship, shoved me in a car and drove me to her house.
I have also had some really amazing things happen this year and it would have been cool for her to be here for it. I feel her presence, yes... But the nice part is that I have already come to an understanding that there are some things I need to face without her. I liken it to when she let go of the bike I was riding, not abandonment.
Plus, she knows a big black cloud hanging over my head won't stop the art from coming. It just casts a shadow to adjust the lighting. I can light candles to accent them.
Really, my black wings aren't the opposite of angel wings. They may be HER wings which are simply camouflaging me while walking through Hell...
Love you Mom...and all my friends so much!
Karen
"Their singing filled the air like a concert grand piano, adding their own unique soprano to the alto of the seagulls. Isn't that beautiful?" ~Virtuoso from 'Idiot Savant'
I especially missed you this year during the extreme highs and lows. Thanks for sending the lady bugs.
She was THE Angel of this Earth. I don't care who you think is. They are not, SHE was. ;)
While my wings are black, hers were snowy white.
I am reminded of her spirit today. How she dealt with people blew my mind.
I have been dealing with an extreme personality this year. This extra-terrestrial anomaly is unlike anyone I have ever dealt with before. People who are smarter than I am will back me in saying it is the most elusive leaf in the wind to catch...just astronomically ridiculous for any human to get a grip on. It's drenched in co-dependence because of how many people count on him. It basically sucks.
My Mother was the polar opposite and yet still an anomaly. While I can perfectly hear what she would tell me to do and how to say it (because she was freaking PERFECT) she was also the woman who pulled me from a dangerous relationship, shoved me in a car and drove me to her house.
I have also had some really amazing things happen this year and it would have been cool for her to be here for it. I feel her presence, yes... But the nice part is that I have already come to an understanding that there are some things I need to face without her. I liken it to when she let go of the bike I was riding, not abandonment.
Plus, she knows a big black cloud hanging over my head won't stop the art from coming. It just casts a shadow to adjust the lighting. I can light candles to accent them.
Really, my black wings aren't the opposite of angel wings. They may be HER wings which are simply camouflaging me while walking through Hell...
Love you Mom...and all my friends so much!
Karen
"Their singing filled the air like a concert grand piano, adding their own unique soprano to the alto of the seagulls. Isn't that beautiful?" ~Virtuoso from 'Idiot Savant'
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