Thinking of Mom

Two years have passed since my mom died on Thanksgiving morning. The Mandrola children lived a blessed childhood, immersed in love and nurturing. A cocoon of normalcy, if you will. This morning, as I sit at the computer in the predawn stillness, I reread the post I wrote in the days after Mom died. I don’t normally re-post old writings. But I’m thinking of my mom today. **** Joan Evelyn Mandrola Jan 14 1939 – Nov 24 2011 So Mom… Your love and devotion to me approached infinity. As a younger, I longed for nothing. You loved me—whether I was on a podium or not. This was a mother’s love. Your love. I knew you cared about my achievements, but now I understand: you loved seeing me happy. Thanks for that. You waited up for me at night, not to catch me doing silly stuff, but rather to make sure I was safe. Thanks for that too, Mom. Hey Mom… …I was happy that I had you. I should have told you that more. You sacrificed for me. You didn’t buy enough for yourself. How could you? You were too busy buying stuff for us kids. I could have attended a state school; but then I may not have met the mentors that tipped me into believing that I was smart enough to understand biology. You didn’t go to exotic places with Dad—unless Cooperstown NY counts. Geez, Mom, you should have gone more places. Hey Mom… …Thanks for giving me so much. …Thanks for loving Dad. I loved having both of you. …The things you bought me were nice, but mos...
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