Fall Nostalgia

The nostalgia of rainy fall days brings me back to my childhood with my mom. We would always be doing something, whether it be me trying to help her organize her plethora of things, us decorating for the holidays, or just hanging out listening to old records. Or as I was older after my mom picking me up from school we would take Starbucks trips and spend time talking and enjoying the grey rainy outdoors. Many of my fondest moments of my mom and I are during the fall time.

Red, orange, and yellow leaves scatter the front of our house as the wind rushes them around, you and me are together in the warmth of our home.

There is definitely a stronger sense of loss during fall. You passed away the day after my first wedding anniversary and every year never seems to be easier that I know I’ll never hear you laugh or that you’ll never see your granddaughter. I know there were many times throughout my life that I was not the most loving to you but every day I regret that I didn’t tell you I loved you more. My only hope is that wherever you may be, you continue to look after me and your granddaughter. I love and miss you more than I can put into words.

 

I love you Mom