Remembering the Good Times…Part I was about my baby, Ty, and all the great and wonderful memories we shared as a family.

This past week was especially hard for me after losing Ty, because it was the thirteenth anniversary of my Mom’s passing.  I’ve always had a hard time when August 11th rolls around every year, but this year was very tough on me as I still felt very vulnerable from letting Ty go. Let’s be real, it all still hurts, but that particular day was difficult to handle.

I was up the night before, and in the morning I was (expectantly so) tired and upset, so I did not go to work.  This may not have been the best choice, but I felt emotionally unprepared to be professional that day.

So, Remembering the Good Times…Part II is all about Mommy and my wonderful memories of her.

This is one of my favorite pictures I have of us together, I wish the resolution was better.  I still have that dress.

My Mommy was a beautiful woman, with long, curly brown hair, and always loved me the way a Mommy should.  She loved me more.  I was blessed to have a Mommy who loved me and cared for me.  She always took care of me.

Our favorite games to play were Sorry, Mouse Trap, and Rummy.  We also played Nintendo Super Mario Brothers and Legend of Zelda.

Wherever Mommy went, I went with her.  This is one of the biggest memories of my Mom.  We would go to my aunt, uncle, or grandma’s house, and instead of playing with my cousins, I would sit with my Mommy at the table while she talked.  I usually wasn’t allowed out of her sight when I was little.

I can remember one Halloween, dressing up and everything, but instead of going trick-or-treating, we went to the local High’s and bought candy.  She was afraid someone might put something in the candy if we went door to door.  I didn’t understand for a long time, but I do now.  She always protected me.

She had a red Camaro, with vanity tags CRIMSON.  After she passed, I drove the Camaro for a while, but it was getting older, and I needed a more reliable car to drive.  But for the time I did drive the CRIMSON Camaro (still with the same plates), I felt closer to her.

My Mommy loved Rod Stewart.  She used to call me Hot Legs.  I can recall listening to Rod Stewart all the time in the car.  And guess what, I can sing just about every sing song he released since I was born from memory.  Now, listening to Rod Stewart calms my soul.  As an honor to my mother, at my wedding, we played many Rod Stewart songs.  ”Forever Young” was the Father-Daughter Dance, “Have I Told You Lately (That I Love You)” was our wedding song, and we played Hot Legs too.

I have many pictures of my Mommy, but very few scanned into the computer.  Instead, I have created a scrapbook to contain all the memories of my Mommy.  I will not cut or damage the photos, just embellish around them, as the photos I have of her are sacred to me.

Mom, I love you and miss you so, I hope you are proud of what you see from up in Heaven.  Sometimes, it’s as if I can feel your presence when I need support.  I love you.

And my fellow readers, thanks for sharing in some memories with me.