Michael sat, the scraps of paper spilled out in front of him. He had been so busy since his mother passed two days after Christmas he barely had time to grieve. He hired a company to come in and take away her things. They donated most of it. These snippets were all that was left. He vaguely remembered her telling him about this. Write the highlight of your week each week for a year. It seemed silly at the time, and he had only half listened. His mother talked, a lot.
Sitting here now, reading her words, he found he missed her voice.
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So sad – but beautifully done!
Susan A Eames at
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Thank you
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So sad.
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Yes, it’s amazing how you miss people and wish you’d paid more attention.
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I’m sure he heard her voice within his mind. A beautiful piece Dawn.
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Sad, just a few scraps of paper to remind him of her. But at least he has those very personal items.
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What a lovely idea, but how sad he didn’t go through them with her while she was alive.
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Should always listen to mother…
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Indeed!
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Dear Dawn,
This is so true to life. We don’t fully appreciate our loved ones until they’re gone, do we? Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Well now he has these little snippets to remind him of her. It is never easy saying goodbye to a loved one… Sweetly done.
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So sad but wonderfully written.
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I remember visiting my parents every summer (traveling from Washington state to Colorado). Halfway through a one week stay my mind would go numb thinking, ‘If only Mom would stop talk, talk, talking.’ I found a recording of her and my father the other day. YUM! Thanks for the well-written reminder.
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I did that once as a New Year resolution. No more NY resolutions for me though.
I think we should always apprciate our loved ones especially parents. Nicely written, Dawn.
Isadora 😎
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Strange how we even miss the annoying things about those we love after they’ve gone. Your story is a good reminder not to get too annoyed by such things while the person is still with us. Nicely told.
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Exquisite litte piece, Dawn, wonderfully deft touch
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But how nice that she left him this jar of positivity, some of her brightest thoughts behind.Short and very sweet Dawn
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How lovely that he had his mother’s ‘voice’ in those scraps of paper.
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Beautifully written and sad. These notes, like voices from beyond, can rattle us badly.
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A beautifully tender story.
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Thank you Brenda.
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A lovely, poignant story, Dawn, with a very wise message.
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Thanks Penny
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That would be a good exercise. My mother kept a journal. You can still hear you voice when you read it. My daughter has it now. She was very close to her grandmother.
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That is so sweet.
Thanks for sharing that with me.
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Being called Michael and my mother passing away just before Christmas this resonated deeply with me. Well done
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I’m so sorry for your loss.
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Thanks Dawn
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This made me gulp at the end. I can only think of how important it is to actually pay attention to the people we love, which is something people tend not to do these days. Moving story, Dawn.
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Thank you Sascha
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