we started our relationship fighting,she wanted me out and i wanted to stay in,well after 10 months she got her wish and i came out,all 10 lbs 8 oz of me.well she may of won that battle but the war had just began and would last for the next 8 years.shed dress me and id end up naked as a jay bird next door as soon as she turned her back.she fix me food,id redo the kitchen with it,shed bath me and id find every speck of dirt to roll in.oh yes those were the days,lol,never a dull moment.shed disaplin me but id give those baby blues and she always forgive me,at least till i kept repeating it.yes ,we had a good relationshipfor those years.
i lost that angel of mercy when i was just eight years old to cancer and id lost my father when i was just three.i never really knew him becouse he went to prison when i was born.hed cashed a check to feed his family ,unforunatly it wasnt his to cash and he went to prison and there he died.it was mom that raised me and when se died i thought my world was over,i was in 11 differant foster homes by the age of 10 and let me tell you,most of them should of been in prison for the way they did foster children but thats another story.
i always went to visit mom when i could and put flowers on her grave but by the time i was 15 id long stopped going there.life was a struggle becouse i was on my own ,working,trying to do school and living out of trash cans for food and junk cars for housing.i eventually got into trouble and ended up paying a drunk to be my dad and sign me into the service as a marine.i was 2 years to young to join so we lied to the recruiter and by my birthday i was vacationing in viet nam.
well during that vacation i got to relive alot of my past,all 16 long years of it.one nite during a fire fight i began to hear a song my mother sang to me as a child,it was tur a lur a lurra,an irish lulaby.then i heard her voice and comfort came over me.it took me 46 months before i was able to return to my moms grave but when i did,i sat there and talked ,cried,laughed and prayed with my mom.i could actually feel her presents and hear her voice.
since that time ive talked to her thousands of times,gotten advise from her and even gotten to grow closer to her as an adalt.no im not some nut that talks to the dead or worships ghosts or talks to et,im just a man that every day misses his mom more and more.the short time i had with her she instilled in me love,respect for others and myself,and the love of our father above.
the point im making,or trying to make is this,
those old fashion values seam to be disappearing nowdays ,kids break away from their parents so early now and it such a shame.when was the last time you saw a family do something togather or a child telling their parents I LOVE YOU,or even brothers and sisters saying it to each other?well all i really wanted to say was look up your mom and dad,if they are living then show them you do love them,if theyve past,its not to late,tell them you love and miss them.i cannt say they hear you,though i believe they do,but ill garntee you,youll feel it in your heart and brother,that feeling speaks as loud as words.well i preached enough i guess,just remember,you dont know what u got till its gone.
and mom,I REALLY DO MISS YOU AND I FEEL YOUR LOVE IN MY HEART EVERY DAY,THANK YOU.
