3 May

Life is made up of a collection of moments. Some fleeting, some strung together. They are the seconds, minutes that impact our lives. Whether for the good or the bad they are the times that capture our attention and stand out to us. We carry them with us.


It seemed like eternity but the day finally arrived. I got to the hotel first, since I only worked down the street, and when my birth mother’s two childhood best friends arrived and walked through the door, Linda looked at me and said, “I don’t know who your father is, but you don’t look anything like him!” Those words made me smile. As I looked at the two of them, I felt happy. A connection. A closeness. That somehow, with the two of them in the room, my mom was there too.


They brought a gift for me. I opened it. The first was a picture of my mom, sitting on the beach with super short hair, smiling. I had only seen a few pictures of her as an adult but this looked pretty similar. Her hair was a little darker but the smile was the same.


When I opened the other picture I gasped. There was the woman from my dream in front of me. Her right arm in the air reaching for something, her hair long and wavy, same expression on her face. It was as if I closed my eyes and was back in the dream where I met my mother. Never before had I seen an image of her looking like this…except in my dream.


Later that evening we were sitting around talking about my mom. Linda was telling me about what had happened when she had gotten sick and after she passed away. She mentioned she thought my grandfather had sent her something, possibly the autopsy report or some kind of documentation to do with her passing but that she might have thrown it away when she was cleaning out her garage. At that very moment, the pictures of my mom that were resting on the coffee table fell and hit the floor. Instant goosebumps. No one was anywhere near the table. Nothing could have knocked them over. Linda looked up, “all right Bev, I’ll look for it!” In that moment, it seemed to be certain that my mom was right there with us; catching up and enjoying the girls weekend between her two best friends and her daughter.


That weekend was Linda’s birthday. We had gone off to see Blue Man Group. I had a card and a cake waiting for her back in the room. While we were out she told me about how my mom was always so happy. She always drew smiley faces all over everything. When we got back to the room, Linda opened her card and saw smiley faces looking back at her. Smiley faces are my thing too! It kinda makes you wonder…nurture vs nature.


I was so sad when the weekend came to an end. It wasn’t like saying goodbye to my mom, but to two new friends! I knew that it was not goodbye though. It was “until next time.” There were definitely more adventures ahead of us. Even now. When my newest venture came to pass, Linda was one of the first people I told. She was a big part of my last one. I wanted her to be there with me in this one too!


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