The Lasts

The last time I felt the ocean breeze with you while the morning sun warmed our face; a coffee cup for each…Schlabor Day~2017.

The last Thanksgiving day with you; I was teary-eyed off and on all day, knowing it would be your last.

The last time I watched your face as you listened to your precious grands read the Christmas story from Luke.

The last time I watched your smile as we sang happy birthday to you.

The last time I heard you say ‘Paula Ree’.

The last time “Mom🎹🎶💅🏽” popped up on my phone.

The last time I helped you into a softball game.

The last time I walked slowly with you.

The last time I saw you eat and actually enjoy your meal…Meatloaf, English Peas, Mashed Potatoes, Banana Pudding, Coconut Creme Pie and Ms. Sheila’s Homemade Banana Nut Bread…only bites of each, but utter enjoyment.

The last time the long beautiful acrylic nails created by your “Tina Girl” clicked their way across the ivories.

The last time I watched you throw your head back and truly laugh…Christmas night…something Chris said…captured.

The last time your handwriting was on my Mother’s Day card (2017)…I knew it would be your last.

The last New Year’s Eve kiss.

The last time old friends, aka the “softball grannies” met up while watching their grands run, hit and defend with as much gusto as they did just 40 years prior.

The last Schlabor Day…with you.

The last Mensch ärgere Dich nicht game with the grands…always yellow.

Tears as I sip coffee tonight, missing the moments…missing you. ~paula

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