One of the earliest memories of my mom still brings tears to my eyes. I couldn't have been more than 2 years old, if not younger. This was in the late 70's, maybe early 80's when 45 records were popular. My mom would take me to the basement where the piano and all the records were kept and she would put on her favorite records and we would dance and dance. She would carry me and dance when I got tired. She would sing so loud she was so full of life and I felt her love for me. It felt like I could fly. I've had so many dreams lately about my mom, and I have remembered times just like the one I shared here, that after 40-43 years of not thinking about bring a rush of emotion. I remember driving home one evening and there was a dog that had been hit in the middle of the road. I got out and went to check if the dog was still alive. Unfortunately he was not, but I could tell the accident had happened probably within 15 minutes of me discovering him. I was very close to home and I rushed in the door and yelled out to my mom quickly telling her what happened, and that the dog was too large for me to move him off the road. She immediately knew what to do. She grabbed some sheets and dropped everything and back we went to where the dog was lying. It was dark, but not late. Maybe 8-9pm. We lifted the dog onto a sheet and got him in the car and took him to the vet. Neither of us wanted him in the road, only to be struck again. My mom even called the newspaper to print something about a lost dog that was found so if anyone was missing him, they would know who to contact. I got my compassion for animals from my mom. I could go on and on. Mom, I miss you so much. Selfishly I am not ready to say goodbye. Selfishly I still want to call and talk to you. I know you are at peace. I miss you I will always be thinking about you.
Love,
Shelley
