Missing My Mom

Margie Ruble

Very unexpectedly and certainly unwelcome came the phone call one Thursday night/Friday morning. It was that call we all fear - the call that someone had died. And it was not just "someone." It was my mom. That was almost one year ago as I write this.

This has been the longest year of my life in many ways. Not a day has gone by that I haven't thought of her and missed her greatly. We were not like sisters, as some mother/daughter teams say they are. We were not best friends. She was my mom, and I was her only daughter.

Nobody will ever love me the way she did. There is no replacing a mother's love for her child. It was unquestioning and it was always there. That kind of love cannot be duplicated.

I miss her so and I always will. My love to you, Mom, in heaven. May you be at peace.

Margie Ruble

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anniversary date 01-30-97
date of post 01-09-98

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