September 29, 2010

I miss her already.

Margaret 'Maggie' Anne Dexter Jones
and her young daughter Elizabeth Jean

How can I describe my mother?

She was loving, tender, sensitive, caring, compassionate, smart, intuitive, witty and sarcastic...

she was a willing listener, an avid wisdom giver, and a champion for the underdog...

she was a beautiful woman, an endearing mother and a faithful wife...

she was a smile to strangers, a friend to many, and invaluable to those that knew her.

She was, and always will be, my hero.

The phone call telling me that she is gone leaves me in as much of a fog as the gray, misty fall morning.  And a piece of me died with her.

What am I going to do without my Mom?

Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out...

I miss her already.  More than I could ever say.

13 comments:

Ari C'rona said...

Oh, my dear, dear friend, my heart breaks for you... I love you so, so much.

Laura said...

Oh I'm so sorry. Our mothers are our unconditional love and losing that is heart-ripping.

Wishing you peace and the ability to get out of bed each day, and the space and time to grieve as you must do.

--Laura

Jedi-J said...

My deepest and sincerest condolences to you and your family master.

asl4god said...

She was definitely all that you described. I'm very grateful for the privilege to be considered family. She was a wonderful teacher and example of the "open arms" philosophy. I wonder if she knew the legacy she left to those who knew her, especially to her children and grandchildren. I LOVE YOU, my sweet sister. Thank you for sharing your mother with me. HUGS to all of you (until I can do it in person)!!

Sue KuKu said...

You resemble her so much!

I am including a conversation from Grey's Anatomy TV show. It is dealing with a death of a dad but it is sooooo true of mothers, too, especially for us women when we lose our blessed, beloved mothers.

I lost my mother 30 years ago and I still miss her.

You know, your mother is looking at the face of Love today! That knowledge can help in the midst of the sudden vortex of grief and confusion.

I am praying for you, all day long and for the next many days.

Susan

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CRISTINA: "There's a club. The Dead Dads Club. And you can't be in it until you're in it. You can try to understand, you can sympathize. But until you feel that loss... My dad died when I was nine. George, I'm really sorry you had to join the club."

GEORGE: "I... I don't know how to exist in a world where my dad doesn't."

CRISTINA: "Yeah, that never really changes."

Kaaren said...

So sorry. :(

Stacy Christian said...

My heart breaks for you. Isaiah 65:17-25

Mama Cache said...

I keep sighing . . . and sighing . . . my friend, there is no ache like this one.

I love you.

Anonymous said...

Oh Liz, I am so sorry. I had to read your post twice to really understand what I was reading. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.
Sincere love and friendship, MJ-Ona Journey

Ann Canton said...

Love you Liz and can't stop thinking about you all....have shed some tears for you my friend, it is such a shock and the pain, well the Lord knows and will send HIs Spirit who is the best one for comforting your aching heart....

Tried to ring you tonight - our time, spoke to Taylor....will be thinking of you in my time zone dearest...

Love Ann xx

Netanya said...

My heart is with you as well as prayers my friend. I will never,as long as I live,forget my phone call. Nothing can describe the pain of losing a Mom. I know you loved her dearly.

Sue KuKu said...

I have a Prayer Ring. It's a special ring that I wear only rarely. I will wear it for someone going through something difficult.

It feels unusual when I wear it and I notice it all the time. Everytime I notice it on my finger, I pray for that person.

I am wearing my Prayer Ring for you, my friend.

KuKu

Fluffy Cow said...

Yit'gadal v'yit'kadash sh'mei raba...

I will be remembering you this Shabbat as we recite Kaddish in our congregation. May you move into a place of true and absolute shalom.