Michele Morrison Jama
My Mom, To lose someone that was the center of your world hurts more than a person can every explain. Mom was always there for me, good, bad, she was such a best friend. I told mom just about everything, she never judged me and if she did, I would never have know cause she was always the best. I had great times with mom. Trying to always visit and spend time with her. Of my memories, I don't recall mom ever being mean to me, never yelling and if I got in trouble, she talked about it with her scolding being more of stern talking and for me, straightened me out. She raised me with such respect and good morals. We did many craft events together, mom liked my painting, I think she thought I was better than I really am, but that is what moms do. I loved her cooking and learned to bake great choc. chip cookies from mom. Everyone loves them! I will miss my times with her, sending her a gift from amazon , just because. Going to the beach will always bring me the most beautiful memories and since her passing a craving for ice cream, which was moms fav thing. To hold her delicate, soft hands with always the most beautiful nails around, I remember that last touch, always will. Mom always drove unusual cars, her little t-bird fit her style. Mom always looked good, she never had to work at it, such a self confident woman. My life is full of a huge void, with not knowing how to deal or get over this grief. My memories are wonderful. If you knew my mom I feel you were lucky. she was so full of Marilyn attitude, a good thing. Not many have wrote here, but I felt such a need today. Just being over 4 months since our loss. A story, mom came over to be with me when I had my 2nd round of chemo, I was so sick to my stomach. There were, mom smoking her cig and me taking a few puffs of wacky weed. Mom told me to as it would help me. I laugh thinking back to this. Who can say their mom the nurse would sit there with their bald daughter on the patio smoking. Mom was always there for every need in my life. Even as an adult when I was sick or after surgery, mom was there with food, soup, spag. ( her fav). How lucky I was with mom. Time is shorter than we ever imagine. Around 13 I wanted corduroy overalls, so mom took so much time to make them for me. they were dark green and you could not tell they were not purchased in a store, she was like that. My mom. I love her for eternity. Michele Morrison Jama