How can that be?
I remember when Mom died, I worried that I'd forget the sound of her voice over time. Or get unfamilar with her face. I thought over time, memories of her would fade.
But I can close my eyes and see her. I still, exactly, know her face.
And not only can I still hear the sound of her voice, I so often know exactly what she'd say to me about certain things. I can almost have conversations with her!
And funny little memories, and lots of sweet ones, of her pop up on me all the time.
I remember one of the last things Mom said to me.
She sighed and said, "I should have had you earlier." Well, I knew what she meant by that. She meant we should have had more time together. And we should have. But rather than having me earlier, I just wish she had lived to be a very old little lady. I know she had me at just the right time.
Mom gave me a great childhood. And ultimately, a great life.
I have so many vivid memories- old ones, and more recent ones- of her.
So yes, 7 years. But the memories haven not faded.