Mark's mom was a wonderful lady. Maybe you can relate to the "what to call the in-laws?" dilemma...Mrs. Kling, Mary, Mom? It was worse for me because I didn't marry her son until three years after Kirsten was born. Mark and I bought a house in March of 1992 and Kirsten was born that June. I vividly remember the first card she sent me after that - it was for my birthday. She signed it "Love, Mom." I cried. For the next 17 years, she was always there for us. We followed each of his sisters by living with her for a time. She opened up her house to us for 6 months while we built our current house. Pretty darn generous to let her son, his wife, and two little kids invade the solitude she'd had for a lot of years. The list of advice and help she's given us matches the length of Santa's "Nice" list.
One Christmas a couple years back, she let me take one of her photo albums and scan the photos for Mark and each of his sisters. I put several of the photos in a collage frame for them as their gift. She was terribly nervous about letting me take it. When I returned the album (pictures EXACTLY as I received them), I had the gifts for Sue and Jo Anne with me to show her. She loved the gifts and was really glad she went against her better judgment and let me take the photos! I'm a big one on memories and am so glad we all have these photos.
Mary and Bill on their wedding day.
I know I can't stay within my cocoon forever. It won't keep me from noticing she's not here anymore; it won't stop the tears from flowing missing her.
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