my significant other, and I lived with my mother for four
years. My mother loved to cook a good breakfast on the weekend.
She would often cook eggs and sausage and let the delicious
aroma waft upstairs until it roused us from sleep. Many weekends
included this loving gesture of my mother's.
passed away from cancer in April of 2003. She died at home
with Hospice and her family at her side. I was very close
to her and missed her terribly. I asked God to let me know
that she is o.k. now.
morning in November I woke up to the smell of eggs and sausage.
Kris was sound asleep next to me. It couldn't have been her
cooking breakfast! So I inhaled deeply and smiled. I went
downstairs just as I remembered doing so many times before
when Mom was alive. But, of course, there was no one in the
up on the mantle where Mom's urn is, laughed and said, "O.K.
Mom, where are my eggs and sausage!?" I felt her love to my
inner core. "And I love you too, Mom!"
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