It has been 17 years now since my mother died. As times goes by, I miss her more and more. Growing old myself, I understand her more – and wished I could ask her questions about this growing old business.
Rosie Fern Sechrest – 4/16/1918 to 4/4/2006
Hard to believe it has been 12 years since my mother died. Hard to believe it has been that long.
My birthday and my mother’s were only eight days apart so we often celebrated them together. The year my mother died my husband and I had gone down to her house in southern Illinois in late March so we could celebrate our birthdays a few days early. For years I lived in the northern part of the state while my mother lived in the southern part and so our time together was far and few between. I worked a Monday-Friday job and my husband’s job as a pastor took up the weekends so I only saw her a few times a year.
But that was all going to change. In February of that year my husband retired and now we would have our…
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I understand your loss, my friend. My grandfather who was like my father died a few years ago and I miss him more rather than less as time goes by