This the beginning of the first holiday season without Mom.
Throughout my life, so many memories have been made and traditions started because of Mom. Her homemade cranberry jello always was a staple at Thanksgiving. At Christmas, she was the ultimate baker...almond crescents, pecan couplets, dozens and dozens of sugar cookies...iced by her children and grandchildren.
As my sister and I were talking and reminiscing last week, we were reminded of all the special things she did. My sister heard a song on the radio and it jogged her memory of mom playing it on the piano. My sister does a much better job at remembering and I think it is because I don't want to sit there...it is painful...I would rather keep going. But, I must stop and sit awhile. I must remember.
There are days when I can still hear her voice singing. She had a beautiful voice. She was a beautiful woman.