Went to mom’s grave over the Thanksgiving weekend. It was hard. My brother and my mom, right beside each other. I’ve been visiting this cemetary for 28 years now.
I’ll sing you the birthday song in my head. I’ll buy you flowers and I’ll call Dad. I’ll wake up with tears in my eyes and go to sleep the same way. I hope you and Bill have a fun day together. Love you. Bob
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Dear Mom,
How are things in Heaven? Did you scratch your initials in the streets of gold? Are you and Bill still catching up on missed years? I am looking forward to hearing those stories.
Dad and I talk every day and we see each other almost every day. We both miss you. We share stories about you and get all teary-eyed. We go out to the cemetery to see you and Bill. Gosh we miss you guys.
Liliana wears your brown coat Dad bought you last year. When she has it on I can just imagine you are wrapping her in a great big warm hug full of love.
I hate that you aren’t here. I want to talk to you and visit with you and see your pretty smile. I feel a big empty space in my heart.
I know that one day I’ll see you again and I’ll feel better.
Until then, I’ll share memories of you and look at pictures of all the great times in your life.
I love you!
CUL8R AlliG8R
Written by Kathleen Park
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To Mom,
It’s been two months since I last saw you. There is not a day that goes by I don’t think of you. I miss you Mom.
I walk through the front door of your house and expect to see you sitting in your chair. You aren’t there. I have to stop myself before I ask Dad, “Where’s Mom?”
There are so many things going on in my life and Liliana’s life that I want to share with you. It’s hard for me to grasp that you are gone.
I look through pictures and see you sitting on the floor playing Barbies with Liliana, opening Christmas presents, blowing out birthday candles. I miss you Mom.
I know you are in a much better place, but when you were here, you made my place better.
I try to think of what you would tell me. You would say, “Don’t be sad.” I would answer, “I will if I want to.”
I love you Mom and I miss you.
written by Kathleen Park
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Sugar levels are improving. Kathleen is going to help him with diet and meds.
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Dad’s in the hospital tonight.
Monday Kathleen wrote,
Dad is doing better. His sugar was too high and the doctors and nurses are working on getting it under control. The insulin is slowly starting to work.
He’s had a hard time after mom’s passing. We need to continue to give him the support he needs to help him through this time.
Thank you all.
Tuesday Aunt Jeri wrote,
| Saw Bob today ’round noon. He was very sleepy. Uncle Robin was there when Nikole, Nathan and I wanted to see him for a few minutes. Lunch was going to be ordered shortly and I’m sure he wouldn’t want to miss. ( Sorry Tony’s)…. I got a short cut to have prayers given to GOD first handed. We have a pastor in the family and I have had him pretty busy the past few years. He is glad I think of him when burdens get tooo heavy to bear. Tomorrow will be a hard day for me as it will be the 1st anniversary of ” MY JERRY’S’ leaving this earth and going to a beautiful new home. He’s missed sooo much. It’s still hard to believe he’s gone. I’m sure Bob will be fine. It will take a long time to heal. I know what he’s feeling. And it will be a rough road to travel. Thanks for being there for him, kids!!!! Love, Aunt Jeri Aunt Jeri, |
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Who’s going to help me put my life back together? I AM.
Who’s going to help truth and justice finally prevail in this world? I AM.
Who’s smart enough to figure out my problems? I AM.
I’m running out of resources, who’s going to provide for my family? I AM.
I have cancer, what if chemo isn’t enough? I AM.
What if the doctor’s opinions aren’t enough? I AM.
Who’s going to stay in this big empty house with me? I AM.
Who’s going to pull me out of depression? I AM.
I just need something new and fresh in my life. I AM.
Who’s going to stick it out with me? I AM.
Nobody’s listening to me. I AM.
Nobody wants to be my friend. I AM.
What’s ever going to take away this addiction? I AM.
My family deserves more than this. I AM.
Who’s going to protect us? I AM.
Who’s going to make sense of this crazy world? I AM.
God, are you there? I AM.
Are you really enough? I AM.
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From my mom I have…
Her pink gloves she wore in the hospital because her hands were cold.
Four roses from her funeral.
Three notebooks full of her stories.
Eight minutes of video tape with her and dad.
Photographs.
And 50 years of good memories.
It’s enough.
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