liz claiborne pebbled leather drawstring hobo at the Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption
mother’s day is a challenge for me, as my mom has been dead for 12 years. we came home from being at my in-laws for spring break the day before easter in 2001and stopped by my folks house before going home. as soon as we left, my dad took her to the hospital and she had triple bypass two days later – the day was going to have a biopsy, we later found out. when she did have the biopsy, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to her liver. she died three months later – 3 weeks before 9.11.
having a personal death close to that event made it almost impossible for me to grieve for her. her death was unfair to me, but some of it she brought on herself. meanwhile, here was this unimaginable, horrifying event unfolding – it made my mom’s death seem like something i should just get over. my dad imploded. i still had to parent and then help my dad. i was in a suspended, sleepless state for many, many months and years. less now than then, but i still have my stretches.
time does heal wounds, but mother’s day is still tough. this year was probably my best yet in terms of tear flow. i know it’s important for my girls to be able to celebrate mother’s day. i’m just not that into it, but i’m trying to be better.
regardless, i took the opportunity to use one of my favorite bags of hers as a phone case: i remember it having a short strap at one time but i probably wore it out. i mentioned this purse in another post, and in another, i referenced her love for tooled leather. while we didn’t always have the best relationship, especially from age 13-26, she instilled in me a love of accessories. she was really telling me to love myself. she was a nurse, so she wore a lab coat most days. but when she went to church… watch out! she believed in hooking up an outfit from head to toe, leaving no jewelry, scarf or handbag left behind. the older i get, the more i understand how important it was for her to have that corner of the world for herself. actually, it was three closets, but who’s counting?
one of my mom’s old purses
i used to play with this clasp a LOT
fortunately, my oldest had another concert and i was able to enjoy the beautiful Cathedral Basilica of the Assumption in Northern Kentucky. what a gorgeous location. it truly helped take my mind off of missing mom so much. peace, and happy mother’s day to all the moms out there. i appreciate you.