Things I miss about my mom
Every Saturday my mom and I would have lunch and I miss that. I was in Metairie today taking my camera in the shop and just going to Metairie and passing by her street made me ache. Then I was putting dog bags in the box we keep them in – my mom used to save the plastic bags her newspapers came in in an empty kleenex box and give them to me for dog bags – she had read that somewhere. She also cut out articles for me from the Times Picayune. She also was always at the other end of the telephone.
We’re telling Tin about Mimi – which is what she wanted our child to call her. A photograph of Mimi is in his room and every night we say goodnight to Mimi along with Loca, Wolfie, Bam Bam, Mama and the elephant that plays the lullabye.
Heartache. Joy.