My Mom and Me on our August birthday's.
I love this picture of us together.
Possibly, she would stay with us a few days and then I would take her back to the nursing home in north New Jersey where I lived until I was 7. It was always a long ride for me to make by myself to pick up my Mom however, I was getting better at making the long trip so I could see her more often. Boy, now I miss those long difficult drives. I miss the anticipation I would feel making the drive to New Jersey and seeing her sitting on the steps at the home she lived at before she had to go into a nursing home in February of 2010. She would be sitting anxiously waiting with her two bags of clothes (always too many). When she would see me pulling up, her eyes would light up and she would bounce herself up to standing position in one second flat. She really looked forward to those visits. As I would be driving up to her house, I would think of the things we were going to do while she was at my house and the places we would go. I'd go over the whole itinerary with her and she would respond, "okay, swell" and "good, that's good".
My Mom and me blowing out our candles. Paul
had gotten the cake. How thoughtful he is.
For now, I long to see my Mom again and on our birthday's, I can only hope that she is in a beautiful place, without pain or sorrow as she felt on earth. I hope she is happy, peaceful and without pain and I wish that she has endless plates of juicy beef ribs.