My mom died early this morning.
And here’s the thing about my mom: She’s basically the best mom ever. I know, most people who have good moms will say the same thing about their mothers. But the difference between their moms and my moms, is that she really was the best. But when you talk about your mom being the best mom ever, it just sounds like words and her greatness as a mom was more a feeling than something I can spell out.
As you get older, you start to realize that your parents aren’t just parents, they’re people too (crazy, right?) And the older I get, the more I realize that my mom wasn’t just a good mom, she was a good person.
And she was a person with her own little quirks. I never ever want to forget the little things that made her Sandy.
Things I want to remember about mom:
1. Her weird talent for finding four-leaf clovers. If you turned her loose in the backyard, within two minutes, she’d have a minimum of five four-leaf clovers. And she didn’t like to throw them away, so during the summers our window sills were littered with drying clovers.
2. Her terrible sense of direction. She could not figure out how to get from point A to point B unless it was in a straight line. The Capital Beltway confounded her until the day she died.
3. When music is playing over a loudspeaker in public, she loved to sing along, even if it was muzak. And, if the song called for it, she would also dance.
4. She learned to use the computer five years ago because my brother took a job as a defense contractor overseas. Before that, I don’t think she’d ever shown an interest. She was only going to use email at first, but eventually was shopping online like a pro, and even on Facebook!
5. She could waggle one eyebrow.
6. She could do a mean Donald Duck voice.
7. She loved medical shows so much, and watched so often that she was convinced she could do an emergency tracheotomy if needed.
8. Her closest friends were the women she became friends with in grade school. She died at the young age of sixty four, and her best friend had been her best friend since they were, like, eight years old.
9. The slippers she always wore around the house. I can still hear the sound of her walking around the kitchen in our old house.
In all honesty, there are about a million more things, but this is all I could come up with now.
It’s only been a day, but already I miss her so much. I’m trying to take comfort in the fact that I’m sure she knew how much she was loved when she died.