Do you ever write letters to people you’re missing? I do. This fall marks sixteen years our crazy awesome mom (aka Beazy) has been gone.
I wanted to share this letter today.
Dear Mom, It’s hard to know where to start; but here are a few things I seriously appreciate about you. Thank you for:
* celebrating shamelessly on Interstate 85 with a wreath on your Honda, holiday sweat shirt and Christmas music NC, SC and Georgia could enjoy.
* not killing me when I got a bad horrific grade in algebra. Now I understand that math is evil.
* belly laughing when 11 yr old, Amy “set up” her bedroom with all red Christmas lights. Thanks for not telling her it looked like a brothel.
* saying, “no problem with Beazy” when a grand kid spilled 2 liters of Coke on your off-white carpet.
* sharing your stress-free entertaining secrets: 1) cover the dust bunnies with a potted plant; 2) dim the lights, 3) give the guests another adult beverage.
* not going psycho when my 5 year old brother carved with kindergarten scissors, “I Love Momy” on your antique mahogany table. The graffiti artwork now sits proudly in his Savannah dining room.
* knitting the coolest Christmas stockings, and smocking tiny dresses and tiny little boy jumpsuits. What’s the cut off age for those studly jumpsuits?
* delivering the New Year’s eve sauerkraut and pork dinner to me at the old ATL airport. Also, thankful the Delta jet didn’t have to be evacuated when the sauerkraut exploded in the first class oven.
Thank you for somehow loving all five kids and eleven grand kids the most. I get that now.
I miss you, Mom- today and always.
Love, one of your favorites, Beth
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How about you? Does writing help you smile, maybe even laugh when you’re remembering someone you love?