I'm just going to make a brief post tonight - I'm exhausted in more ways than one. My mom was very close to her brother, and Labor Day was always a time we went to go visit him and my aunt. Since being with family sounded like a good thing, I made the trip by myself. It's a long drive, and even more so solo. I was accustomed to making this trip once every few months with Mom and I can tell you it has changed almost beyond belief now.
I'm used to being here at my uncle's house. One of the things my mom especially liked about us visiting is that everyone was comfortable enough with each other that they didn't feel like they had to have things planned to entertain us. We just enjoyed spending time together. It's very good to be in their company, but we were all hyper-aware of who was missing. My aunt had commented that it was odd not to think of Mom sitting there with her crocheting. It made me think about the fact that my life is not the only one with something missing.
I wish you were here, Mom.
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