buglover, I did make it to the sing-a-long. Was hoarse for a few days I sang so loud. My Mom and I used to watch The Sound of Music together at least once a year. We both agreed that, in our opinion, the first kiss between Maria and Georg was one of the most romantic kisses in cinematic history. When I watch the movie now, I feel both close and so very far away from my Mom. Namaste, bug, I love you.
Poppy Fields & Columbia, MD, my condolences to you on the loss of your precious Moms. There is an old Irish saying, I can't recall it exactly, but I do remember the line about loving your Mom "though she is old and grey...because you'll never miss a Mother's love more than when she's buried 'neath the clay".
Velvet, my heart goes out to you. I wish I knew what to say to make it all better, but I know that is not how life works. Like Columbia said, not all of the memories are particularly pleasant. My Mom and I butted heads for many years, but I treasure those memories just the same because they helped to form the bond we eventually enjoyed so much. It broke my heart to read of the loss of your Dad at such a young age, and to be denied a chance to visit him. Your Mom could have been trying to protect you, or perhaps she wanted you to remember your Daddy active, and not in a scary hospital bed. It is understandable, your turning away from "God". When my brother died at age 35, my uncle (who was a Priest) said "God wanted him", and I said, "well then by all means I sure as hell hope God is happy he got what he wanted!". My uncle looked at me as though I were a heathen. Maybe I am. God's "wants" are hard to reconcile. I so wish for you love, warmth and happiness. You are a beautiuful person.
Thanksgiving just ain't Thanksgiving without Mom's pumpkin pie and her incredible stuffing.
Blessings to all, and a very Happy Thanksgiving.