A Letter to My Mother. (Died: 4/22/06)

This was the letter I wrote to my mother on Saturday. With her anniversary of her passing tomorrow I will share it.

I remember the November before my mother passed she was in the hospital. She was not completely lucid. I left Fred and Ellie in Orlando so I could go by myself to Palm Beach. I remember seeing my mom in the ICU. She smiled at me and said, "Jimmy!" I remember laughing so much. It started with a "J" so that made me happy.

In the few months before her passing she would come in and out of the cloud that filled her mind. One Saturday morning Fred, Ellie and I are lazying in bed when the phone rang. "Jean" It was my mother. Her voice was strong and sure. "Ma?" was all I could say. We quickly dressed and drove to Palm Beach to see her that day. Little gift of her would appear and I would take advantage of it.

I miss her. However, I will speak with her tomorrow through Judith. 3pm. I am prepared to get yelled at. My mom will surely not be happy with me tomorrow. It's ok. I am used to it. :-) LOL. I was never the "Golden Child." I was Sagan. Richard was Ellie.