I missed my Mom last night.
I’m not even sure why I missed her more last night than any other night but she was on my mind as I waited for Arrow to come on. I was going through my inbox, reading through very old emails to Holly, Ames, Grace and then Mulu and Therese.
Mulu, I came across an email where you were making fun of me because of the attack of the Lilies and I laughed for a freaking long time.
For those of you who don’t know, the jist of that story is I made my Mom so freaking mad over some burnt cake. She didn’t like my attitude toward the burnt cake (I burned the cake, not her) and she would not let it go. Looking back at it now, I’m pretty sure she was mad about the attitude I was giving her and not the actual cake but back then? You couldn’t tell me that she wasn’t mad over a stupid burned cake.
I don’t remember how the story came up when I was telling Mulu, but I remember telling the story and not trying to be funny. I was dead ass serious when I told Mulu and when I was done, she did the one thing I wasn’t expecting (but should have expected, considering it’s freaking Mulu).
She laughed her butt off. And it wasn’t one of those haha fake laughs. No, it was a full out, bent at the waist, can’t catch her breath laugh.
She didn’t share in my stubborn anger over how extra I thought my Mom was over the burned cake, or fear for my life because my Mom did lunge for me, ready to choke my ass out, she didn’t do anything that a good friend would do.
She just laughed and laughed and laughed.
Though now that I think about it…maybe I
was extra. LOL.
After that, she referred to that incident and even my Mom at times as the “Attack of the Lilies” (<---- those of you that didn't grow up with me, my Mom's name was Lillian but we called her Lily). At the time, I did not find it funny.
It’s hilarious to me now.
While I was looking through old pictures to find some really great gems to post on the blog, I came across this picture.
This picture was taken years ago, one Mother’s Day at the Lawndale Building. It was after Church and I remember trying to be patient while my Mom joined her friends to do what they always do after Church (take pictures) and I remember my friend Foti’s Mom making me take this picture. You don’t say no to Foti’s Mom so I dutifully posed for this picture.
We’re coming up on the fifth anniversary of my Mom’s death and there still isn’t a day that I don’t think about her. I can still hear her voice in my head, remember little things about her that make me smile or stories like the one above that make me laugh. There are also things that I miss about her so much that it makes me cry and that is why this picture made it onto the blog as my first Throwback Thursday post.
You never really get over the death of a loved one but there will come a time when you laugh again, when it’s not hard to be happy again. My Mom taught me a lot of life lessons. She taught me to love God, honor my parents, bring Brenna up in the Church and to be a good person.
She also taught me to not burn cakes. 🙂