Two days ago the daily writing prompt thing asked about our favorite subject in school. I wrote a little snippet about my favorite subject in Kindergarten being The Letter People. I couldn’t remember if The Letter People (anthropomorphized cartoon letters of the English alphabet) were cardboard cutouts or inflatables.
As I wrote about not being able to remember I thought to myself that I would ask my mother if she remembered. She did some volunteer work in my Kindergarten class.
Of course it took a few milliseconds for me to remember that my mother is no longer with us. She passed away about nine months ago. That was the first emotional kick to the groin. The second came another millisecond later when I thought that it had been years since my mother’s dementia would have allowed her to recall something insignificant like this from over 40 years ago.
I don’t know why I am posting this. I told Jen about it yesterday because it made me sad and I try to share my feelings with the woman I love. Now? I guess I just miss my mother.
Inside the Red Head's Head 
I hear ya. I lost my dad about eight years ago to cancer. Yes, we are able to cope with it most days and just function as we do. But every now and then, the smallest thing will trigger those feelings of loss.
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It pains me to say this, but that millisecond or so when you “forgot” you couldn’t ask your mother? It never goes away! Almost every day something happens and the first thing I think is, Wow, wait’ll I tell Dad (or Aunt Mary, or Nancy) and then BANG! I remember I can’t tell them because they’re gone. You never get to a point when that doesn’t happen. My parents have been gone since 1991 and 1992 and it still happens.
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