My mom died on July 7th 2016. My birthday was July 26th and my wedding anniversary was July 28th. On my mom’s desk in her room, sat two cards, one addressed to me and one addressed to me and my husband. She had already bought cards for my birthday and our anniversary. She already wrote notes inside, sealed the envelopes, and had them waiting to give to us almost a month later.
Later, when I cleaned out her room, I found Christmas gifts for me and my children hidden under her bed. For me, a necklace made of 3 sunflowers, my favorite flower, strung together by a silver chain. For my children, their favorite toys, My Little Pony and Minecraft. They don’t know it yet, but come Christmas day, under our tree will be the last gifts from their grandmother. I’m not sure how that will be received. Will it be a sad moment? Will there be tears? Will they cherish these little trinkets like I cherish that sunflower necklace and those cards? Her words echoing to me from beyond the grave.
Hope you have a great birthday! Love you with all of my heart, Mom
Hope your day is as wonderful as you both are! Love ya lots, Mom
It was just like my mom to have started her Christmas shopping by July. She had other little gifts, too, likely for her nail and hair ladies or her favorite waitress at the local coffee shop. She also had two bins in my garage filled with little toys to put in those shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child. She’d make half a dozen or more of those boxes each year.
She had a way of listening to us throughout the year, listening for our hearts’ desires and then going back and getting it for us later. I had to limit her to 4 presents per child per year, otherwise Christmas would have been out of control. Too much stuff!
It sounds sweet, but I’m going to be honest, this is the kind of thing that always drove me crazy about my mom. What an ungrateful daughter I am!
It was always too much. She was too good. She was too generous. She was too thoughtful. I didn’t appreciate it like I should have. I was embarrassed by it. She loved us so much. Too much. More than herself. She was an incredible person. She gave so much of herself, leaving so little for herself. For the joy that giving gave her, there was also a great sadness. A void. A let down. A loss. Our loss.