Loss

A lady at work lost her mom last week and she's taking it hard. I talked to her today and I could hear an overwhelming sadness in her voice.
She said I lost my dad several years ago, but losing my mom was the hardest thing I ever had to endure.
I could say I understand, but I haven't lost my mom, so I really don't have a point of reference. Jilda would be quick to agree with my friend at work.
Jilda still has has a hard time on holidays, and on her mom's birthday. "You NEVER get over the loss of a mother," she says.
So on the way home this evening, I called my mom and we talked for a while.  She can't hear very good but if a day goes by without me calling, it doesn't miss her notice.
Baseball season starts in a few weeks and she's excited about that. She is a Braves fan from way back. I think this year I'm going to record some games on DVD so that she can watch them after the season ends this year.
It was not my intention to start down this melancholy path this evening,  but Jilda's out of town working on the set of a Christmas Special being filmed in Nashville, and I had to stay behind to work.
She'll be home Wednesday and things around here will get back to normal.
Have a great Monday.