This is a very fuzzy picture of my mom at our cottage before I was born. I’ve posted this picture before for some reason it’s the only one I have in my computer at the moment. I have a ton of pictures of her all packed away in storage but none on my actual hard drive.
It’s been 5 years today, since Mom died, where has the time gone? In some instances it seems like it happened so long ago and then when I really think about it 5 years isn’t a long time at all.
In 2007 we bought our cottage. Mom didn’t get to see it in person so I dragged my computer in to the hospital for her to see the pictures of the “shack” that we had bought and to get decorating advice. We told her of all the plans we had and that we hoped that she would be able to come out and see the cottage when she felt better. Unfortunately, that never happened.
Mom had never been to the East coast and wanted to visit. When she died I brought 1/2 her ashes from TO to the cottage (the other 1/2 I buried with my Dad in Aurora at his grave). I bought a lilac tree, her favorite and put her under the little tree facing the ocean to watch over the cottage. The tree is thriving and every spring and fall on my way in or out of the cottage I make sure to roll the window down and wish her hello or good bye.
Mom and I had an odd relationship, we loved each other but didn’t really like one another, we were at odds far to often. I can’t really say that I miss her a lot, there are times however when I’m sitting watching the ocean that I wish she had a chance to see this place, I think she would have liked it. There are times when like all girls I do miss my mom, without her I wouldn’t be the woman I am today.
I’ll have a drink later on in her honour, she was a friend, a sister, an aunt and my mom, and the world is a little less interesting with out her in it.
Dreaming Big from the East Coast,