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I'm sure it's because Mother's Day is coming up-but I'm just really missing my mom and dad both very badly right now.
Pop tarts and Twinkies,
Julie...always be VK
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Oh dear, VK, you don't need the upcoming Mother's Day as a reason. Sometimes it is just because. Sending the kindest of warm thoughts your way....
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vk, hope you feel better.
light a candle,
see it glow,
watch it dance,
when you feel low,
think of me,
think of light,
I'll always be here,
day or night,
a candle flickers,
out of sight,
but in your heart,
I still burn bright,
think not of sadness,
that I'm not near,
think of gladness,
and joyous cheer,
I have not left,
I am not gone,
I'm here to stay
my little one,
so when you light a candle
and you see it glow
and you watch it dance
in your heart you'll know
that I would never leave you
even when you feel so blue
I'm sitting up here with the Lord
and now watching over you
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I know what you mean. Today it's been six months of my mom's passing and wouldn't you know if would be this close to Mother's day. Next month would have been both my mom and my dad's b-day and it will be the 25th anniversary of my dad's death. The next couple of months are going to be tough. I wish they were both here. I hate being an adult orphan.
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MP- you are correct, sometimes it is just because…
A losing hand- thank you so much for sharing that! It made me cry, but not in a bad way-it just really touched me. I can hear my mom and dad both actually saying those words 
Tay- six months… Seems like forever, but only yesterday at the same time, right? All the anniversaries-especially the first, seem to really stand out. Even if we are busy with others or doing something, it's there, in our hearts and in our soul, the void.
I do not like the role of adult orphan either-I wouldn't wish that on anyone. 
But I will end this on a happier note-I just would like to thank all of you that read and replied-sometimes it's just that kind word or a poem, just someone saying hey-I get it and you are in my thoughts. I care enough about you to let you know that.
I appreciate my family here because you are the ones that have been with me on this journey with my dad-and you're still on this journey with me. For that, I am grateful !!
Thank you!!!!
Popsicles and warm biscuits with butter and honey...
And of course-pop tarts and Twinkies 
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I can totally relate. It's always there, but I do think the on slot of radio advertisements and television advertisements about upcoming Mother's Day simply just hurts. Its a slap in the face that both of my parents are gone.
Last night I decided that I would get myself a huge basket of flowers. I'm choosing to look at it like I'm honoring my mom and getting to enjoy her beauty in the flowers. I do know we won't be going anywhere near a restaurant - way too many people. A nice reflective day and I'm looking forward to it.
I know we aren't the only ones somewhat melodically.
eagle
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Julie
I feel your pain
Thoughts are with you..
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Hi Julie,
I am feeling the same. Missing them both so much. Sending you soft hugs and of course chocolate and twinkies.
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VK,
Thinking of you..with Twinkies, pop tarts, and Hugs.
MM
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VK - I wish I would have seen this sooner, but this is the very first time I've looked at this forum on here. Never needed it before. My heart and prayers are with you. We'll talk some time soon. May God bring you peace.
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Eagle,
What an awesome idea!!' That's the way to do it!
Bela-my dear sister, love sent!!!!
Tink- I ate all the chocolate...
May I please have seconds?
MM- thank you for reaching out, I know how difficult this time is, and I really do appreciate you posting and thinking of me <3
Pam, we may not be as active as the other boards, but there is a great amount of love and understanding here. I didn't say anything to you, because you had more than enough on your plate, thank you for being such a good friend to me!!!
I've been hearing the baby birds and just all the birds lately. My dad would sit outside in his lawn chair, and whistle back. They would answer him, And he and I would just smile at each other. Sometimes they would have long conversations! When I was little I believed he was actually having a conversation with them and that he could understand them. I would say "Daddy, what did they say -what did they say this time"?
The hummingbirds are back! The first one I saw at my feeder I said out loud, They're back, dad! It baffles the mind how many emotions one can feel in just a few seconds.
It's hard to say favorite memories, because my childhood was filled with wonderful memories, but I do remember when I was about four, my dad and I are walking to the gas station. Behind our fence there was just an open field that we cross to get to the road. He would get his cigarettes or pipe tobacco, and I would get a package of Chuckles. Remember those?
One particular night, the moon was full and my dad said look you can see the man on the moon. If you listen really hard, you can hear him walking. We stop for a minute, I listened as hard as I could, and I tell you right now, as I live and breathe, I could hear that man walking on the moon!! .
That was something my dad and I shared a long time ago, but throughout the years even as an adult, he and I would look at the moon and I would tell him I could hear the man walking. The winter before he died, I helped him outside and we both stood with our arms around each other, and my head on his shoulder, and we looked at that Full moon. I knew in my heart it would probably be the last time that we would get to do that together. There are some months that I've not been able to look out at the full moon without just breaking down and crying. But I think of my great nephew, and he and I share the love of the moon.
He lives about 10 hours away primarily with his mom. I don't get to see him as often as I used to or not nearly as often as I would like. But I am very grateful to his mom who is more family to me than my own blood. My dad always thought of her as his granddaughter. She texted me one night and said that AJ was going to call me. I answered the phone and he said juju, look outside at the full moon, i'm looking at it too! You always said when I looked at the moon that you would be looking at it with me. I called you so we could look at it together!
Memories like that are priceless!!!!
It's bittersweet.
I had posted a while back a link about an article on grieving. The first year is trying to find your way and a new normal. The second year is when your new normal has started to set in, and that it can be sometimes harder, because you're finding your way without them. I know others had replied that they feel that, I do too. It makes sense to me.
There have been times recently when I will actually whistle back to the birds and smile. There are times when I am smiling and whistling, but there are tears.
This evening I am sending prayers, love, anything grilled on the barbecue, and fresh homemade pie.
Did you think I wouldn't end with "and of course pop tarts"? LOL!
Julie
Always be VK
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It's very hard. I miss my mom and dad, too, so much, too, of course. My mom's birthday was yesterday.
My sister sent me a letter recently, she doesn't want any contact with me whatsoever. I've lost my mom, dad and now sister.
I've been saying prayers to my grandmother and mom and dad, if at all possible, to do some divine intervention with m sister and make her think straight. No luck so far.
It's hard to lose the people who truly love you. The ones that are living and don't take that opportunity to care and love you back, it's profoundly sad, too.
We have to learn to love ourselves the best way we can (I have not perfected that yet, but working on it) and remember the love that was shared, those memories stay with us, thank goodness.
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