Missy and Me

Mom and Dad came down to Cincinnati for the very last time in February-I wish I would have known it was going to be their last visit ever. I am still in shock that a little over a month and 1/2 after their visit, they were gone.

I loved when they came down even though I drove them crazy with my freezing house and the comments of "take your shoes off" and my constant cleaning. How I regret being annoying to them, but I think they knew that was just their daughter. Mom and Dad came in and made themselves at home. They knew where the grocery store was and would buy a few things since our fridge was generally empty. They'd drive to Kentucky to add a bottle of Wine to our empty wine cooler that we "had to have" and Dad would fill our ice trays which for those that know my Dad, a pet peeve of his was empty ice trays. They would yell "gross" as they opened up our fridge and found interesting things in the way back that had been left in the fridge for too long. But they weren't those overbearing type of parents that came to visit to pick at everything you were doing wrong. They were so much fun and were more like friends now that Ted and I had been married for a while, clearly were 100% independent and frankly, didn't have to ask my parents for money since graduating from College, so they felt proud and relieved that their daughter was happy, grown up and they could come and visit for fun and help out if we needed it.

Last time they were here we went out to dinner and Mom and I came back and made one round of fun chocolate martinis. She wrote on the back of this picture that my Sister found at the house, "Missy and Me..Cincy 2/08".
We finished the weekend at the movies, Ted and Dad went to the bar....had too much fun and I was giving my Dad and Ted grief when we picked them up because we were suppose to go running on Sunday morning and clearly the condition that Ted and Dad were in- running was out of the question for Sunday. So Mom and I cracked open some Chardonnay and had a glass ourselves.

I miss having them in our lives. I want to call them and say, "come down for a visit" or they would just invite themselves.....they'd stay for a minimum of 4 nights and made themselves right at home. Dad would drive up to Buffalo wild wings for lunch and play his game-NTN and come back with a stack of napkins for my counter, just to annoy me. The napkins became a joke. I tend to get anxiety if too much stuff is on my counter so he would purposely do it to get a rise out of me.

I said to my Sister today when we were talking, "when I talked to Mom". She paused and said how weird that sounded. I was referring to how much I miss calling Mom to tak about her. She said, haha and said she still goes to the phone to call my Mom. Oh, Mom would know the answer to this or oh, I have to call Mom to tell her this. But Mom is gone and it sucks and we only have each other to call.

No one can ever fill the void of a Mother, but I do my best to be there for her like my Mom was but it's very, very difficult. Although, I am independent and on my own...I still needed my Mommy more then ever and I know that is true x's 10 for my Sister and Aydan.

She was the greatest Mom in the World and I wish I told her more often. I hope she hears me now. And from the looks of this picture Mom, we were both in our socks and I think we may have been the same height. I always thought I was taller...