aimee lindley-mcphee (creekgirl) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-05-12 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | greg magnus (oncomingtrouble), ~aimee lindley-mcphee (creekgirl) |
I don't have many memories of my mom. I was only one when she died. Growing up, I learned about her by hearing stories of her told by my dads, her friends, and Great Grams. I cherished the few photos I had of us together and held them close to my heart.
They were the most precious thing in my world until my dads introduced me to the tape she made before her heart condition took away from me. I must have played that thing a hundred times at home, almost wearing the tape out. I've really been missing it in my time here. Not being able to see her face and listen to her talk, I feel like I'm losing her all over again.
Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning and it was laying on my bed. I haven't watched it yet but only because VCRs don't exist here. Just knowing it's with me again is enough for me right now until I can get it put onto a DVD.
I'm sorry for all the word vomit, I just needed to get all of that out. Today usually sucks for me but that tape showing up and having Ann in my life, today isn't so bad anymore.