Mom, although she certainly had her issues, had a knack for knowing just what to say...giving you just what you needed at a given moment. She never wanted to bother, going so far as to have Dad text me to ask me to call Mom when I had a chance. But she would be there when I needed her, whether that was volunteering in the library every week, helping me move, hanging pictures in my apartment, setting up a new classroom, or making a middle of the night run to Omaha when we learned Brady was going to be born. I miss her quiet reassurance when I'm having a bit of a rough day, I miss her laugh when something got her going, and I even miss her gum-smacking (or at least the laughs we got from it.) I miss her reaching back for my hand when we were driving somewhere, her back tickles, and just sitting in the sunroom and chatting.
When Mom died, I felt so sad that she wouldn't know Henry. Little did I know that before too long she would have Brady AND Henry to look after! Henry was a lucky little boy...he had loving grandparents here on earth, and went to Heaven with his Nana waiting for him. So until we are all one day reunited, I like to picture Mom laughing at the antics of her grandsons, and sneaking them some of her birthday cake.
(Henry wore this onesie on Mom's birthday last year, and it was actually a onesie we bought for Brady... Henry sure did love his nana, and his Grandma and Grandpa too! What a loved little boy he was.)
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