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a young girl, I lost my mother at the age of nine. I didn't
know she was going to die and it was terribly traumatic for
me. I lived a lonely childhood as my father never remarried
and we lived in poverty with no communication.
When my
first child was three months old, I had an ache in my heart
for my mother to see her, an ache unlike any lonely feeling
I had ever encountered. I bathed my daughter one day, dressed
her up really cute, put her in the buggy and went for a walk.
All of
a sudden I saw this pretty gray haired older lady come walking
toward us. She looked right into the buggy, looked at me,
smiled and kept walking. I felt like my "heart fell to
my toes" because I knew it was the mother I hadn't seen
since I was a child.
After
she passed me, I had to turn around and look at her again.
I guess I wanted more of her attention. After all, I had been
without her for so many years (I am now 62 years old.)
When I
turned, she also had turned to look at me and our eyes met
for the last time. I then turned back around, and when I looked
again she was gone. I believe it truly was my mother. I have
no doubt and feel no need to prove it to anyone. That's how
real it was.
Mary D.
Please respond to john@beyondreligion.com
Posted
July 28, 2005
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