You never stop missing your mom.

March 3, 1936 — August 25, 1996

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I wish I had more pictures of my mom — I’ve got precious few in digital form (only the ones my brother has scanned), and not too many actual prints either. Kinda weird considering how many thousands of photos I have from my high school years … but we weren’t really a snap-happy family.

If you look at her senior picture from high school, we bear a striking resemblance. Most folks, though, see a lot more of my dad in me than her features. The photo I have up is near the end of her life…. wish I could post one from her younger days. 

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about losing my parents so quickly after college. I don’t really have anything to say about it; it’s just been on my mind.  I’m old enough now to realize how much my parents sacrificed on my behalf and how predictably self-absorbed I was during my adolescent years. I miss their presence and their wisdom.  There are a lot of things I needed to say….

The Lord has been good to me — He’s provided a number of caring, prudent people a decade or two further down life’s journey who can fill in the gaps when I need parental advice.  I appreciate those folks very much, though I usually don’t tell them that they are much-loved gap-fillers. 

But I’ll be honest — this blows.
I thought it would get easier as I got older. Turns out I just miss my parents even more….probably because I’m becoming more like them.

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