Every summer my mother and I would go to a strawberry farm not far from our home to pick strawberries. They are my favorite food, and if you picked your own they were only 25 cents a quart. We would go everyday and pick four quarts -- two for my family, and two for me. Mom would make homemade shortcake, and for the few months strawberries were in season I was in heaven.As spring and summer approach I often remember this time we spent together.
I lost my mother 33 years ago tonight. I was 21, about to turn 22 at the time, and she was my best friend. It seems amazing to me that it's been so many years. I still think of her often, so this post is written with love in remembrance of my mother.
6 comments:
What a sweet memory.
Oh, BAC, I'm so sorry you had to lose your mom when you were so young.
Wonderful memories to cherish. Bless her soul.
I love the link between you, your mom and strawberries. I hope those are the kinds of things my kids remember me for, and not the screaming about the crisis o' the day. (didnotdidtoodidnotdidtoo)
Thanks everyone. And Jess, I'm sure they will!
BAC
BAC - What a lovely thing to think about when you think of your mother. Like Jess, it makes me wonder what my kids will connect with my presence. The smell of bleach and dirty jokes?
The memories of people we love can be so powerful. I'm glad you shared this with us.
Hugs.
I loved reading this. For different reasons, strawberries remind me of my mom too.
It is a gift to be able to read your sweet remembrance of your mother in this post; your heart is shining through as is the memory of mom.
Beautiful- thank you.
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