I thank God my mother lives on through memories, dream, and the faces around me. My mother has been gone so long, it feels like she only existed in her head. However, there is too much evidence that she walks this earth and the proof begins with my six siblings and me.
My Mother Lives On Through Memories
I cherish the memories I have of my mother especially the ones that make me smile. My favorite memory is sitting next to her in the family Thunderbird on the way to church. It was probably summertime because it was hot. The car’s engine humming and the slight bumps in the road were like a lullaby — the engine the singer and the road the instrumental.
I nodded off to sleep and somehow my head wound up on my mom’s shoulder. It may not seem like a big deal to most, but I would have expected her to tell me to wake up because we were going to church. My face was misty with the sweat from the heat. I felt loved and secure. I can smell this memory as I describe it.
My Mother Lives On in My Dreams
I have resolved a lot of unsettled issues with my mother through my dreams, my experiences, — and my therapist’s couch. I have grown to understand her as I walked in her shoes as an adult, a wife, a mother, and a spiritual being. I don’t see my mom in my dreams often, but I look forward to seeing her.
When my siblings were younger, she would come to me in need. I felt she was the child and I was the mother. Then when they were older, it changed. I remember when it changed. Now, she’s my parent on the other side. If I don’t listen to my subconscious, then it shows up in my dreams as my mother. And I love it.
My Mother Lives On in the Faces Around Me
Yesterday, I walked into my comfort room and my baby sister’s face took my breath away. “You look like, Mami,” I said. She did. I see my mother in my sister’s face. I see her at times, in my face. I see her in my Aunt and some of my extended family. She lives in our physical attributes and our personality traits. She lives.
My mother lives on in my memory banks, in my sleep, and in my world. I have certainly inherited many of her values as well. So, here is to you Mami. I love you and miss you. Until we meet again — in my dreams or the other side.