singing to mom in the starlight.

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you know.
my mother and i weren't the best of friends, but i was raised in the day and age
when a mom was supposed to be a mother first and not a daughter's best friend.

that being said, my mother and i had a strange intuitive connection.
she'd always know when i was going to pick up the phone and call her,
and i always knew it was her on the phone before i picked up her calls.

and the day she died, i knew.
when my sister called, i looked at the clock and i knew.

mister pencilfox and i went to see mom a few years ago,
back when she was still living in her own house,
her mind slipping just a bit, but she still knew us and she still loved us.
she wanted to give me something to take to remember her.
repeatedly she would hold something out and say
"take this."
you know, i couldn't. i just couldn't.
part of me wanted everything to stay in place in her house,
exactly where she had it,
so that i could remember her that way.
but she insisted.
"take something."
so i walked to a cabinet where there was a wee brass dog statue.
i remember that statue from the time i was a small child 'til i walked back into the house
 that day. 
i always loved that little trinket.
to me, it represented all the dogs i had known growing up,
and it represented my pluckie,
whom mom loved heaps and bushels, because i had no children,
so she and i would refer to pluckie as her grandpup.

anyway.
mom said:
"take something."
i said:
"this is what i want."
and i held in my hand the little brass dog.

i miss my mother.
today would have been her birthday.

early this morning, i went out under the stars,
surrounded by the mountains mom loved so much,
and i sang to her.
"ave maria."

you know.
i couldn't finish it without my voice breaking, tears streaming down my cheeks.
i know she heard me singing.
tears of missing mom, tears of joy that she's no longer in her pain.

so, nida moses bell, i sing to thee, this day.
i sing all the joys and all the sorrows and all the hard times and all the good times.

this song was for you.

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Comments

Anonymous said…
big *hugs*
MrsLittleJeans said…
Happy birthday to your mom...I am sure that her soul is soaring and that she hears you and is sending love your way...your feelings are familiar to me.

I also wanted to share with you something I heard from a psychology talk that surprised me...I always was proud that my mom was almost a great friend and this psychologist said that your mothers are not supposed to be your best friend..I think they can do a better mothering job and they also help the kids develop...anyhow, regardless I am quite ok with either way...

sending you love and keeping your mom in my thoughts today xx
pencilfox said…
you. my sweet friend. *hug* in return.
pencilfox said…
thank you, mona. thank you for this. i used to feel awful when people would say their mother was their best friend. now i know better.
sending love back YOUR way, too....

xx
Farm and Field said…
Sending love your way. What a touching way to honor her birthday.
Hugs.
Emma O said…
Pure beauty. Thanks for sharing it.
xo
Anonymous said…
I can't ever hear Ava Maria without thinking of Mom. I always think of that as her song..... also, "I wonder as I wander". LOVE YOU!
A beautiful remembrance...Sending love and rainbows from Hawaii :)
Anonymous said…
That you sang, brings tears to my eyes,
That for you, she is still so alive, brings me wonder..
Thank you for sharing your real..
pencilfox said…
thank you for reading and commenting!
xo
pencilfox said…
i know.
you, so far away....me, all the way up here....and that connection still remains.
i love you, sister mine.
pencilfox said…
i know. the wonder that she remains so alive for me.
there is one star i gaze at in the alaska night sky, and i remember my mother and all my closest friends.
thank you for being here.
M+ said…
sweet friend i'm so happy you shared this with us. i loved reading your words and by the time i was done i had tears in my eyes.
sending you heaps of hugs and love and I remember with you. xxoo

tomorrow is Miss C's birthday and i'll be taking the same path. happy for the memories, sad, honoured and blue. i know i'll feel all of it.
love ya.
pencilfox said…
i shall sing tonight to c. out under the stars. i know she'll hear it.
love ya too. xxoo
Anonymous said…
i'm sorry that i didn't see this yesterday.
it is sweet and right, you singing to her out under the stars.
i know she heard you.
xx
pencilfox said…
thanks, my friend....
xx