by Rex
(Tulsa, Ok.)

My Mother died when I was 27, I'm now 66. I miss her just as much today as I did when she died,it is a never ending emptiness. BUT! Istill have those wonderful memories of her warm smile, her jolly laugh, her hugs and kisses, her worrying about me, her scoldings when I was a child, my first puppy, I was scared to climb down from a tree and she coaxed and encouraged to that I can climb down the tree successfully, I DID IT!,
My Mom was there for me every step of the way. My Dad died when I was 15 and my Mother was a Widow at 40 yrs. old. I remember her crying softly at night in her bedroom, I could hear her from my room.
But I know for sure that one day I will get to see my Mom and Dad again, that is comforting to me now in my later years.
When I was in the Navy coming home from far far away, Mom would be there at the head of the line at the Airport to welcome me Home, she would have tears in Her eyes when she saw me, she would give me a big hug and a kiss, she was so happy to see me, and I to see her.Whenever I need to smile I just go back to those day's when my Mom was here and think of those wonderful years that I knew Her.

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