My mom, with the purple feathers in her hair. These were good years for my family. Those idyllic, sun-soaked summer vacations days were the absolute best. We were barefoot, wearing our favorite clothes and playing with my aunt's furry pets. The bunny was such a novelty, and Mom was so calming and gentle with her.
I remember the excitement of the three-hour car ride it would take to get to my aunt's house. Mom would stash chocolate bars and new comic books for us in the car, everything freshly cleaned and perfectly arranged for the trip. We would listen to the radio station play the best songs of the 1980s. If the sun was shining in our eyes, she would lean over from the front seat and roll our blanket up into the window to block the sun. She would hand back perfectly buttered bologna sandwiches.
She took such great care of us. My dad, me and my sister.
Without her, we've had to trust that we can take care of ourselves. Most of the time we can, until that moment when the hole she left is bigger than anything. We miss her so much.
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