I live in St. Louis, MO, but my heart and soul hang out at the beach. I am a multi-genre, award winning writer, and speaker. I am a seasoned pre-k teacher, on line writing instructor, wife, mother, Nana to twelve. Hopefully, something I say will make you smile, further your writing career, or inspire you to write from the heart, too. firstname.lastname@example.org. Twitter, @WriterLindaO.
Monday, June 21, 2010
In honor of my mom's birthday
Today would have been my mom's 80th birthday. That's a refelction on her cheek and the color on this photo is bad and grainy, (she had blue-green eyes) and we all have blue eyes. The day this photo was taken represents a happy memory for me, our last Christmas. Mom passed away three years ago, so this photo was taken in Dec. '06. My son, Jason, 36 and my daughter, Tracey, who will be 40 in two days, gave Nana Ginny the gift of her life: great-grandchildren: Ashley, Austin, Nicholas and an unborn baby.
The night before my mom died, she talked to all of us at her bedside. I asked her to kiss Jason's baby girl (his wife was expecting Nicole at the time) on her tummy as they passed each other going to and from heaven. She said she would. You can call it coincidence, but I call it a gift. Nicole was born with a red, raised birthmark on her baby belly in the shape of parted lips, a kiss from her Maw-Maw, my mom, my kids' beloved Nana Ginny.
In memory of my mom, I am eating one of her favorite sandwiches, bacon, homegrown tomato, egg and cheese smeared with mayonnaise. I miss you, Mom and the kids do too.
Posted by Linda O'Connell at 3:30 PM
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This is a lovely family picture. I am glad you have one. It is a very moving post.
Awwwww, Linda.That was a lovely remembrance. The birthmark kiss story gave me goosebumps. Your Mom is definitely looking down on all of you with love. Susan
Linda, did you notice that the picture of your mom is a mirror of your blog photo? You are both positioned exactly the same way, and your facial expressions are similar.
Love the birthmark story.
Claudia, Thanks for your comments.
Susan, I had an awesome experience this evening. I went to the thrift store looking through the used book section. Three shelves, and every one I touched was a Bible or religious book (my mom was very much a believer and always sharing God's word)and as I was standing there brwosing, a stack of three Bibles and a Billy Graham book (her favorite pastor) FELL off the shelf and landed ont op of my foot. I laughed out loud,a nd said, "Happy Birthday, Mom."
Oh my goodness, no I hadn't noticed until you pointed it out. That is eerie. See the post above this one.
What a lovely tribute. It gave me chills.
The strangest things happen if only we are receptive adn open to receiving. Thanks for stopping by. I really enjoy your blog too.
The "bad, grainy" quality made your photo look like a drawing to me at first. What neat stories, too--both about the angel kiss and about your mother pelting you with Bibles! She sounds...ahem...spirited!
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