- she was a bad driver
- she never used her blinkers
- she loved us. oh how she loved us
- she sang to us
- crazy silly songs about catalina matalina oopsy daisy donna wanna okopokoloko was her name.
- she sewed
- sunday dresses
- for me and my sister
- every sunday
- she fixed everything with an ice cube or a popsicle
- she loved us
- she was a lady
- she taught us manners
- every part of me that is a lady is from her
- she protected us
- you didn't mess with her
- she never knew how much i admired her
- but she does
- every part of me that is strong is from her
- she typed fast
- she taught me how to make tortillas
- she taught me what family was
- she was so funny
- she was so patient
- she had a favorite
- and that is fine
- because she's my favorite, too
- she had this way about her...this way of speaking. she had this way of putting so much emotion into one word. she could say my name and i would know instantly that i should stop pulling my sister's hair, or that she was proud of me, or that she wasn't kidding when she counted to 3.
- her hands soothed so much. her touch on my forehead, the way she brushed my hair, how she tucked me in at night. i have that touch with those i love. i feel the way they love that touch, how much they feel my love from my touch, and i learned it from her.
- she loved the opera
- and ballet
- and classical music
- i used to hate it
- i miss her sewing room, so full of light and so many fabrics, always with the classical music
- she wore opium
- i see the bottle, but i can't smell it
- if i were to smell it right now, the memories would bring me to my knees
- she loved my dad
- so much
- i never heard her call him by his name
- he was always dad or honey, never ever gilbert
- she made his lunch every morning
- i remember so many mornings waking up next to her
- the sheets so warm
- we would just lay there, feet tangled, morning breaking
- she was so safe
- so safe
- she made popsicles
- she gave me so many things to pass down
- one day, after a hard day of school, i cried into her shoulder. she told me then, "friends will come and go, but your sister will always be there."
- i didn't believe her then.
- but that is the strongest, truest thing she has ever taught me
- she didn't teach me to speak spanish
- she called my history teacher a "fuck hole" after they had an argument about an assignment of mine when i was 16
- i was never so proud to have her in my corner
- she loved her sister and her family
- she left us with that, our blanket
- she married young
- she protected her family
- everything ballsy i have ever done or ever will do, is from her strength
- she gave me my fair lady, brigadoon, the quiet man
- oh, and she gave me my love of books
- she read and read and read to us
- she would ground us by taking away our books. while our friends were getting their phone taken away, their nights out with their friends, she would crush us by taking away our books
- she was funny
- she had her own living room, with the "special" furniture and glass table
- and we didn't cross that line
- only to take pictures in our sunday dresses
- she called me lally. i will always be hers. other people in my family call me that, but it's never the same
- i miss her so much
- she broke my heart
- i still love her
- she taught me how to tie my shoes
- she gave me an infinite amount of memories that i can't even think of right now, but that have shaped me into the woman i am today.
- i was a surprise
- at the ripe old age of 38
- she stopped for a milkshake on the way to the hospital before delivering me
- i will think of a thousand different things to tell you about her after i post this
- i love her so
- i would give anything to see her, just to see her, not even to say anything to her. just to see her reading a book in the sun.
- i pretend to have conversations with her over the phone
- i catch glimpses of her at the grocery store, i think of her when i hear someone whistling south pacific
- oh, she could whistle so sweetly
- she gave me my sister so i wouldn't be lonely growing up
- my sister has proven quite a valuable plaything/cohort/partner in crime
- my mom was right about so many things
- oh, how i love her
- "if a a boy tells you he doesn't deserve you, he is right."
- "also believe him if he tells you he is an asshole."
- she thought i was funny
- and was always in my corner
- i don't know what i would say to her if i saw her
- i would say nothing
- i would hold her
- i would thank her
- and that would be enough for me
- i smell her perfum now
- oh, and i want to hold her
Sunday, December 2, 2007
i have my mom's hands
noted: 30, barrons, blankie, bosom, center, dad, face, family, happiness is, home, lady, love, my mom, past, perspective, sisters, truth
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damn you. you made me cry early in the day. that was beautiful.
you ruined everyone's mascara, you whore. thanks a lot.
What a tribute to her!
asshole. i love you.
wow. thank you for the comments =) the deep personal stuff works, does it?
mel, you are also a jerkface. my favorite jerkface.
I hope I can do the same for my children.
I want to go in there right now while they're sleeping, wake them up and just hold them.
you sir ... are still an ass hat. and i still love you. i should invest in Kleenex stock. ass hat
Oh. Wow. Speechless.
What a great tribute!
Damn it...blog something stupid. I cry everytime I come here and read this.
OKAAAAYYYY! i get it. i will post something new and stupid.
thank you, everyone, for your comments.
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