My mother passed away over thirty years ago, when I was still in my twenties. She died from pneumonia that was a complication caused by M.S. She had M.S. for as long as I can remember, I think it started when I was about seven years old. She left our home when I was eleven years old. She went to live with my grandparents (her parents), because my father worked full time and she needed someone with her all day. That changed my life forever.
If I saw my mother today I would give her a big hug and kiss and tell her what a wonderful mother she was. I would let her know that I have a wonderful life. I’d introduce her to her grandson and she would see right away what a nice young man he is. I would show her around my house and her son-in-law would cook steaks on the grill for her to enjoy with us. Afterwards she could play with our dog Rosie and look around my garden.
I would tell her how much I missed having her around and that I also had my share of struggles. I would thank her for giving me this life; both the good and the bad, because the good has far outweighed the bad. I would tell her how much I appreciated her playing with me all the time when I was little and for taking me to all our favorite parks in Chicago (Avondale, Kosciuszko and Kilbourn to name a few) . Also Lincoln Park Zoo and the park with the waterfalls at Olson Rug! I’d also tell her I still have fond memories of us shopping together at Klaus and Goldblatt’s department stores on Milwaukee Avenue.
And finally, I would tell her how lucky I am to have such wonderful family and friends and a good job, good boss and good co-workers. What else could I ask for? ….I have it all….and it’s all because of her!!
I was fortunate enough to have my mother for 47 years. She died of Lung Cancer althrough she never smoked. She knew her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I would tell her that she has ten more great-great grandchildren.
Of course I would tell her that I love her and miss her everyday. I would tell her that she was right because she said I would always eventually be okay no matter what happens. Then we would laugh while I tell her I kept my promise to never go gray but to always dye my hair red.
I would also ask if heaven is like she thought it would be. But I know she would say wait and see for yourself.
So now we know why you dye your hair 😏