A year ago tonight my mother passed away.
I had planned on spending today doing things my mother would have enjoyed. Instead, I had to go to a job interview (a 2nd interview and I still need to go to a 3rd interview but it probably won't be till December); I then spent the rest of the day at home feeling miserable because both Eb and I are sick (he's got bronchitis, I don't think I'm that bad yet... but bad enough to feel like crap).
During the days and weeks leading up to this day I've been thinking about the things my mother enjoyed. I had always known that we shared many of the same interests but I found myself wondering if she came to enjoy things I liked or if I liked things that she already enjoyed. I know I picked up some things from my mother but some of the things she enjoyed were things in her life before I was born.
One of my greatest pleasures in life has always been books.. in fact it was my love for Anne McCaffrey's Dragonrider of Pern series that led me to Telgar Weyr 12th Pass - and to Eb who would become my husband. I'll never forget being able to tell Anne McCaffrey about that in person, and her reaction was priceless.
Anyway, books have played a major role in my life. My mother's love of books was borderline obsessive! She collected every type of book imagineable, from out of print to modern children's books of every genre. I can remember school books from the 1930s, medical encyclopedias from the 1950s and delving through every single one of them right along with her.
I meant to write this earlier but I kept putting it off - thinking I would probably cry while writing this but instead I ended up laughing at these memories and others. There's more I want to write and over the next few days I'm going to write more. There are memories of my mother that I don't want to lose. I NEED to write them down so they won't be forgotten.
