4 years now since mama took her last breath, I always think that the coming years are going to be better and that I will be able to handle the pain of her loss, but every year I feel the same, angry and upset and I always ask myself or god I should say “ why my mom???, she was young and energetic and very healthy” .... I love and hate October, I love it cause my mom and I use to go for walks and enjoy the beauty of nature at this time of the year and I hate it cause now I have to do it alone, this weekend I will be going to our favorite spot for a long walk, I know that her spirit will be there too, it’s my date with nature and with mom. I know that what I am saying is crazy but I do it every year and every year I feel that she is walking with me and I also can hear her voice, oooo boy I have a lot to tell her, and to be honest I am looking forward to this walk, it is also a good excuse for me to do my favorite exercise and enjoy music, when I walk I love to listen to music, cause it takes me to places that is far away from this world, and cause I feel that I am flying up the skies and reaching out to mom, so this Sunday is going to be only me and nature and music and hopefully mom would be watching over from a distance.
After my date with nature I will go to a very close friend of mine for thanksgiving, and because I don’t cook I volunteered to get the dessert, I don’t know what to get, but I feel like getting something unusual something that will shock them, I wish I could cook I would’ve done something that only me can do and so unusual but that is impossible, well!! I have all day to think about it and I hope that I will be able to figure something out I know it is no big deal but I like to surprise the people that I love, what is amazing about tomorrow’s dinner is that we will have it at their huge back yard and as far as the weather is concerned it is suppose to be great this weekend, I will keep my fingers crossed for that….
Saturday, October 10, 2009
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