Not that I'm any kind of expert, but you're a damn fine writer. If you wrote a book I would buy it, knowing it would make me laugh and cry and be proud to be a woman.
Mrs Miller, you have just penned one helluva powerful eulogy. I hope your rebel mom‘s transformed herself into a bird (a corvid, maybe, based on what you‘ve said about her) and will keep you company all your days.
Wow! This is so beautiful, Mrs. Miller. It may have taken a lifetime to understand how you and your mother were the same, but you got there in the end. And you were with her when it mattered the most, all of the bad times left behind and the pure mother-daughter bond restored, all the more resplendent for what it had survived. May God grant you peace, and continued revelation, as you mourn the loss of your dear mother.
So hard to comment on such profundity, but I feel compelled to try, if just to let you know how much your words need to be out in the world.
At my own mother's funeral a few years ago, I felt compelled to exclaim that, whatever one might say about her, my mother was never boring. I'm thinking the same is true of your mother. :)
Thank you for this! I recently lost my mom to Covid and in all other country. She was locked in special ward with NO communication and it was pretty horrible… Always had complicated relationship with her and now nothing. Silence. I miss her a lot…
Thsnk you for writing that. Why can't we appreciate our mothers until it's too late ? I didn't, now I miss her more and more. Everyone I know who's lost their mother says the same. Everyone who hasn't lost their mother is still rolling their eyes and complaining. Just you wait.
Not that I'm any kind of expert, but you're a damn fine writer. If you wrote a book I would buy it, knowing it would make me laugh and cry and be proud to be a woman.
Love ❤️ this
"You were right, mom." Yeah, the layers of meaning in that are not lost on me. What a beautiful tribute in your unique and powerful way with words.
Mrs Miller, you have just penned one helluva powerful eulogy. I hope your rebel mom‘s transformed herself into a bird (a corvid, maybe, based on what you‘ve said about her) and will keep you company all your days.
Corvids all around! Caw! Caw! Thank you! 🖤🖤🖤
Wow! This is so beautiful, Mrs. Miller. It may have taken a lifetime to understand how you and your mother were the same, but you got there in the end. And you were with her when it mattered the most, all of the bad times left behind and the pure mother-daughter bond restored, all the more resplendent for what it had survived. May God grant you peace, and continued revelation, as you mourn the loss of your dear mother.
Thank you so much Eliza. 🩵❤️
Oh if I lived close to you I’d pay you a shiva call and let you tell stories about your mom to me …
I think I have something in my eye... 😢💔🥺
Me too.😘
So hard to comment on such profundity, but I feel compelled to try, if just to let you know how much your words need to be out in the world.
At my own mother's funeral a few years ago, I felt compelled to exclaim that, whatever one might say about her, my mother was never boring. I'm thinking the same is true of your mother. :)
She did like to go on about her periodontist appointments 😂
Beautiful. I hope Miss Miller reads, and hears you too. ❤️ (Now excuse me while I go call my mom . . . )
Sobbing ❤️
Thank you for this! I recently lost my mom to Covid and in all other country. She was locked in special ward with NO communication and it was pretty horrible… Always had complicated relationship with her and now nothing. Silence. I miss her a lot…
Thsnk you for writing that. Why can't we appreciate our mothers until it's too late ? I didn't, now I miss her more and more. Everyone I know who's lost their mother says the same. Everyone who hasn't lost their mother is still rolling their eyes and complaining. Just you wait.
You’re committed to the truth. That’s what makes your writing so relatable and heartbreaking. With gratitude, B.
What a beautiful tribute to your mom. She sounds like one cool woman. Thinking of you Mrs Miller ❤️🩹
A beautiful tribute ❤️
Sometimes when the acorn falls too close to the oak, they crowd each other competing for the sunlight.
This shouldn’t but it’s left me crying—I mean, you are celebrating your mother