My tribute to my mom continues! I’m overwhelmed by the wonderful emails I’m getting this week, about these comics and my mom. Thank you!
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Loving these – thanks so much for sharing them.
Indeed thank you for sharing them. Puts a tear in my eye and a smile on my face.
I totally understand.
When I was a little child, I hated and feared getting shots. I had really bad allergies, though, bordering on asthma. As a result, I ended up getting shots twice a week for several months. My mom picked me up, took me for my shots, after which we got cheeseburgers and root beer and went out on the city pier to eat them. Before I knew it, shots weren’t scary to me any more.
That pier is still a very special place to me. It is where I went for some private grief after my mom died.
My sincere condolences Doug for your loss. Thank you for sharing these wonderful personal memories with us all through your gift of cartooning. It’s a reminder of how the small moments kindness and love from family that shapes who we grow to be.
Thanks for sharing your memories.??
Your mom sounds like fun. Mine took all 4 daughters to rallies for Civil Rights, Women’s Rights, Gay Rights and Unions at universities. And each kid was required to hand over 1 Reese Peanut Butter Cup at Halloween.
And she treasured those special time just with you.
I love this. I imagine my Mom had a ritual with all the kids, but my similar one was as the youngest & academically inclined, I desperately wanted to go to school. I was so jealous when my brother and sister got on the bus.
My parents, not wanting me and my less academically inclined older sister to compete in school actually chose to make me wait a year longer than I had to, in order to start school.
That year my Mom would intoduce me to a new treat, that she kept hidden in the freezer for herself. Orange creamsicles. I’d never had one before. They were amazing! Her secret stash was our secret stash for a year, and one I frequently enjoyed before the bus dropped them back home.
I was still jealous, but it was something special and a secret I got to keep.
Unfortunately for them, the calculated decision on the extra year off didn’t work out for them. My sister was just way angrier when I understood the homework she struggled with.
And I REALLY wanted to understand her homework and would listen intently when they were helping her and then I would try to help her when I understood it and she didn’t.
Sometimes I wish they had realized instead of discouraging our competition, they could have encouraged us to help each other as my sister had social awareness I could never imagine (as evidenced by not realizing “helping” with something I should not have been ahead of her in wasn’t appreciated).
Instead, we were kind of pushed to separate corners, and never really helped each other with that stuff.
I suppose though, in the thick of it, they didn’t see it, just the bickering.
I often wonder what special secrets my siblings had with my Mom.
Hearftelt condolences Doug ? Your Mom sounds like such an amazing spirit! These comics are a beautiful way to pay tribute to her and it’s obvious you loved her so much. Wishing you strength and comfort in good memories. Here is a little poem that helped me in my own grief, author unknown:
Those we love don’t go away
They walk beside us everyday
Unseen, unheard but always near
Still loved, still missed, but forever dear.
The ? was a bouquet of flowers emoji 🙂
I used to watch Remington Steele with my mum too! I’m so sorry for your loss, Doug. I wish you and your family all the best.
That’s the sweetest thing I’ve heard in ages. Moms are the best. Mine was the same.