I was just speaking to a friend about reaching for the phone to speak to a parent who is long
gone. A yearning that never leaves.
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My mother is 87 and sharp as a tack - I'm very lucky :)

Mothers never leave. They are always watching over you - trust me I know.

My dad is my hero and my mom is one of my best friends!

I'm sure she loved the mischievous "bad boy" Freddy also!

Thanks for the reminder. We are blessed to be able to spend time with and enjoy my mom and dad. Paul lost his dad when he was 19, and his mom a few years ago. We think of them very often . . .

This one made me cry. I think about my Mom everyday. I like to think that she's looking down and smiling.

Your next blog(s) should be whether you followed her admonition.

Oh boy. I miss them both and wish I hadn't wasted my precious time with them worrying about foolishness.

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And my blog almost two weeks back, http://www.gothamnetworking.com/blogs/entry/Grand-Junction-or-not, including a pic with mom (and Shelly).

I fully understand Ben, I find myself reaching for the phone to call my mom to this day, and she is gone for many years, SO I just say what I wanted to say anyway ---then inevitably I call my brother and tell him I just needed to speak with mom and I share a few thoughts with him, always feel better after.

Mommy Dearest. My mother was Joan Crawford. I guess if I have nothing nice to say don't say anything . I have nothing nice to say . My mother was certifiable . Her screams and hysterical actions stayed with us til the day she died going to her grave mumbling incoherently in some foreign tongue . I didn't emerge unscathed somehow but have spent a lifetime excorcizing the demons of a childhood where I was deemed "the rotten kid."My mother was severely mental and played out her life like a bad "B"movie . As I write this it saddens me but on the other hand it taught me how exactly not to raise my kids . I am blessed to know that I am an excellent father in spite of it all . My kids were raised with my knowledge of a freaking horrific holocaust of a mom. I'm better for it . Thanks Mom !

Hollander sends .

My mom was the best and most talented, whether cooking or fashion design and manufacturing. Comfortable in any situation. She ran the Park Ave Synagogue Dinners until she retired herself in her 80's always invited us to show off her son, like "Ambassador Netanyahu, this is my son Michael". She also ran the local election district; wonder who she would vote for this year?