I remember it all so clearly still to this day. It was my weekend with Mom. See, in my family we went shopping just about every weekend for groceries and the other odds and ends we needed for the house. To make matters easier for my Mom, we took turns on who’s weekend it was to go shopping with her. This was my Sunday.
We went to Super Kmart, as it was still really new to our area and it had all the groceries we needed plus fun things. We got groceries and Mom and I spent about an hour looking at jewelry, clothes, and purses. I was finally really trying to bond with Mom, realizing she could teach me how to do makeup, and she knew what was in style. She could do all the girly things I was starting to be interested in that Dad was so clueless about.
I remember she bought me a green flannel shirt, because they were in style again. I mean seriously, Kurt Cobain wore them and he was like, a god.
We got home and she made a hamburger helper cheeseburger macaroni dinner for Joe, Dad, and I before she had to leave for work. I remember following her to the door, as had become our ritual, and giving her a hug and kiss and telling her I would see her in the morning when she woke me up for school, and I hope she had a good night at work, and I love you.
And thats the last time I ever spoke to, or saw my Mom. Two hours from now is the time she left.
I can remember the small things like that. But I can’t remember her voice, or what she smelled like, or even how it felt to be hugged by her. The things you remember never make any sense.