I love my parents. I will be forever grateful for all the things they taught me growing up. I miss seeing them together. Sometimes the Lord gives me a tender mercy and allows me to remember the sound of my mother’s voice whether it be with something she used to say all the time or her laugh. T was talking about how he has to wash his hands all the time at work because of the lab he works in and how everything has to be sterile and how his hands were really dry. It brought to my mind how my mother always washed her hands and they would crack and bleed from all the hand washing she did and her voice came to my mind with “Go wash your hands,” “wash your hands before you do that.” I am not as dedicated to that rule as my mother was, but I am grateful she taught me about cleanliness. Oh how I miss her. Yet, I know without a doubt she has been in my children’s lives before I even have had an opportunity to hold them in my own arms. Each one of them has something of her in them. I just wish we could sit side by side and together enjoy them…one day…one day it will be.
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