Glennalicious

I remember your postings of last year. Understandably, your Mom's passing continues to be a journey that you must walk as well. But you appear to have a very strong hold on your emotions, and your right to have all of them. Perhaps you are now the one to tell yourself how proud she is of you. It may be the part of her that lives inside you.

Much love to you my friend.

Your mom knows, moms always do! I'm sure she missing you, too! :-(

Keep in mind all the stuff she got to experience with and through you while she was here, and all the stuff she knew you were more than capable of doing after she would be gone. I'm not a big believer in the whole "looking down from heaven" thing, but there's got to be something there in a whole karmic/psychological sense. Although no relationship is perfect all of the time, you know she'd be proud of you (and the rest of your family) for all you've accomplished.

Also, thanks for putting it into a little perspective for me, too. Although mine's a complete pain in the ass, I'd miss her a lot if she wasn't around. I gotta make sure I tell her I love her when I call today.

By the way, if you ever need a little substitute mothering, I'd be happy to give you my mother's cell number. She's got more than the daily dose of maternalizing to offer up, especially since I'm an only child. Sometimes, she's oozing and overflowing with maternal behavior, which I'd be happy to share with you. And I'm almost certain after you spoke with her, I'd get the follow-up call of "why can't you be a little more like G?" Wouldn't that be precious? :-)

Your mom would have to be pretty amazing to have raised someone like you.

I would lend out my mom as well, but she'd just say stuff like, "But you're so HANDSOME! And SMART! Are you SURE you're gay? But isn't my daughter PRETTY?" Eek.

I owe you one big-ass hug next time I see you.

This post brought tears to my eyes, probably exacerbated by the fact that my own mother is now very ill. I'm thinking of you.

*hugs*

Cool schmool. Cry.

I'm sitting here wanting to say something. I've lost a parent myself. Still....no words.

Big hug to you.

The first year is always the toughest. But it gets easier, each passing year. I promise.

Sorry to hear about your Mom.

The first year is always the toughest. But it gets easier, each passing year. I promise.