Sunday, May 26, 2013

At the Farmer's Market

My cousins Janet, Rhonda and Lynn at the neighbour's market table
It was another slow day at the hall in Wadena yesterday, they said, but it brought in some welcome surprises: the three ladies above, and my cousin Karla (from Flin Flon area now) and her daughter and mother. There were familiar faces, and new. Had I not sold a single thing, I'd still have left energized. Obviously I've been a hermit for too long.

Wish I'd thought to get the camera out for a picture of Gracie! That's Karla's girl. She is growing up fast; and what a sweetie. Who has the same name as someone else who is high on my list of sweeties.

It is eight years, tomorrow, that Mom died. That anniversary doesn't seem to bother me, but I might be kidding myself: the body doesn't forget. The sleeper doesn't forget, either, when you tell yourself not to worry about something, to let it go. It frets as it wishes and you can toss and turn all night. Well, whatever. It's been eight years that, before she died, I couldn't imagine without her in them.

I find myself missing her more, though, instead of less, as the time since I last saw her gets longer.




4 comments:

  1. Having just lost a treasured aunt, I can empathize. My head has been full of cousins and uncles and Mum and Dad all week. It's actually a good feeling, and now I've got you in there too.

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  2. I hope you are not finding the day too tough. Do take care.

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  3. I also miss my mom more, rather than less, as the years pass. It was her birthday on May 25 (she would only have been 82), 22 1/2 years since she passed. Still feels like yesterday. My son married on May 26. A reason to celebrate and smile. Mom would have enjoyed it. xxxx

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