This past weekend we cleaned out 30 years worth of memories from my parents’ home, the home I grew up in from the age of 15 on, that I moved back to as a grown-ass woman more times than I care to admit, and that was the scene of all of my family gatherings and holidays. My mom passed away in August 2011 and now the house has been sold and my dad is moving into a condo. I didn’t cry once the whole day, finding all kinds of treasures big and small. My son is holding on to the dog tags he found from my dad and my sister’s military days, and Lola is making strawberry shortcake using recipe cards hand written by my mom and 9-year-old me. I’m refinishing a couple of end tables to use in my living room.
But today I found this, letter my mother had written to the San Diego Union Tribune when they did a Christmas feature on the historical site Victorian home she used to work at in the 70’s. They put my picture in the newspaper, and I’ve always had a copy of the picture (seen here), but I’ve never seen this letter. I read “my little girl’s pictures” and that’s it, I’m done, I’m finished, I’m a puddle on the floor.
I miss my mom so much. It’s so random what makes me cry for her and what doesn’t. But this is a for-real throwback Thursday for me, you guys.