It seems like only yesterday that this date was here. I was 19 years old and still living at home. My Mom had finished her last round of chemotherapy and was home. She lost the sight in her right eye but seemed very upbeat. My mom and dad had gone to pick out plots at Rose Hill Cemetery. Mom made jokes about how the plots were very conveniently located close to the road. You could either stop by and say hi or, if you didn't have time, you could just drive by and throw the flowers out the car window. That is my favorite story that would usually make me laugh. Not today.
My Mom was very special. She was only 44 years old when she died. But she was very wise and was always there for me, no matter what. She was my best friend and all my friends loved to come over to my house and just hang with me and my mom. I remember once I belonged to Junior Achievement and was responsible for makng a banner to carry in the local parade. I took the easy way out, a sheet and a can of spray paint. It looked awful but was okay as far as I was concerned. I went to bed. My mom stayed up half the night making an awesome banner on the sewing machine. When I got up the next morning, she left it laying across the other bed in my room. That's what she was like. She was a young 44. The best.
I was never afraid of telling her anything. She told me I could always tell her anything and by golly, she was right.
Today is the 27th anniversary of my mom's passing. She was taken out of our house on an ambulance stretcher at 2 a.m. in a coma because her cancer had traveled to her brain. Never got to say goodbye, thank you or I love you.
So today I dedicate this thread to my mom, Joanne Ploss, who passed away 27 years ago. I miss her every single day of my life. My one wish would be to have even 5 minutes with her to tell her what I didn't get to tell her that cool morning in October.
I love you and miss you terribly Mom. See you, Dad and Tigger at the Bridge.
Donna
My Mom was very special. She was only 44 years old when she died. But she was very wise and was always there for me, no matter what. She was my best friend and all my friends loved to come over to my house and just hang with me and my mom. I remember once I belonged to Junior Achievement and was responsible for makng a banner to carry in the local parade. I took the easy way out, a sheet and a can of spray paint. It looked awful but was okay as far as I was concerned. I went to bed. My mom stayed up half the night making an awesome banner on the sewing machine. When I got up the next morning, she left it laying across the other bed in my room. That's what she was like. She was a young 44. The best.
I was never afraid of telling her anything. She told me I could always tell her anything and by golly, she was right.
Today is the 27th anniversary of my mom's passing. She was taken out of our house on an ambulance stretcher at 2 a.m. in a coma because her cancer had traveled to her brain. Never got to say goodbye, thank you or I love you.
So today I dedicate this thread to my mom, Joanne Ploss, who passed away 27 years ago. I miss her every single day of my life. My one wish would be to have even 5 minutes with her to tell her what I didn't get to tell her that cool morning in October.
I love you and miss you terribly Mom. See you, Dad and Tigger at the Bridge.
Donna