The Lady of the Lake / In Memory of Mom

Mom always worried about her kids, of which she had two. One a beautiful, intelligent and caring individual. One…well, not so much.

If we stayed out later than she thought advisable or proper, we’d inevitably walk through the front door to the stock comment; “Oh, you’re finally home. I WAS WORRIED SICK!”

Worried sick. That’s what she always said. It became the source of some humor between my sister and I and still is to this day.

I miss her so.

She was one of our crowd. All our friends called her Mom. Still do. She was cool in her way. A funny, cute little lady, really. She was included in all our parties and gatherings because while she was opinionated, she was rarely judgmental.
She couldn’t hold her liquor, though.

And I do miss her so.

She was The Lady of The Lake. (‘cause that’s where she lived). And that’s where she is now. Her ashes were born there on a miniature flaming viking ship constructed by her granddaughter (In whom I am well pleased). And it was a sad and bitter-sweet day. But we all told stories of her and it was like she was there again for awhile. A little while.

But I do miss her so.

She stopped smoking at the pleading behest of her grandchildren some thirty years ago because she wanted to see them grow. And she did. And she was proud. And rightfully so.

I took her for a ride on my Harley once just because she wanted to be able to say she’d done it. She was so cute in her shorts and flip flops and a helmet two sizes too big. But she rode like a champ Not nervous or clutchy like some riders.

Many were the times in her last years when I would see her standing in the hallway gazing wistfully and wishfully at a picture of my dad, who’d passed years before. She always smiled. through slightly damp eyes though.

And I do miss THEM so.

I’ve never been religious but I’m sure they’re together again. She never took another man because that was the depth of their love. She poured forth her love willingly and freely and never looked for a return on her investment. But she got it in spades.
Mom, you were and are so very very loved by all who knew you and all whom you know.

But Geez…I still miss you so.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.

The Lady of the Lake / In Memory of Mom

George Yesthal

Brodheadsville, United States

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