Vienna is her handle, she’s Lisa to those who know her well. She lives in Montreal, coincidentally, that’s where my daughter lives too. When I read this story/tribute to her mom, I just wanted to reach out and hug her. And I think, when I’m next in Montreal, I’ll do just that!!!
I lost her when I was 22. Too young for a daughter to be without maternal guidance.
I miss seeing her sitting at the kitchen table through the mirror in the hallway when I'd get home from school.
I miss the way she used to say "Hi Lisa" when I got home.
I miss her thick Quebec accent when she spoke to me in English.
I miss being in her sewing room with her while she worked on a pattern for one of my new outfits (She made my communion dress, confirmation dress, prom dress and probably would have made my wedding dress had she been around)
I miss the way she used to say "LISA!!!!" when I did something wrong.
I miss seeing her sleep in my single bed and me on the floor while she comforted me when I went through my first heartbreak.
I miss arguing with her.
I miss laughing with her.
I miss crying with her.
I miss her.
Mix the oil, sugar & eggs until well beaten. Add in the flour slowly, then the magic powder & vanilla. Pour in a pan and cook at 350 degrees Fahrenheit. If you want to improvise, leave a little batter in your bowl and add Quik or cocoa powder to it ... and then pour over vanilla batter and swirl for marble result.
She was a better seamstress than a cook, but this is the cake that I remember her so well for. My name is Lisa -- and I love my mom.
This Mother’s Day, call your mom and tell her how much you love her. Better yet, don’t wait till Mother’s Day, do it today!!!
To all my “Jackson Cage” friends for their contributions, to Ronda for her patience, as always, with my missed deadlines, but most of all, to my children, who have made me the person I am today . . . Thank You.
And Happy Mother’s Day, whether you’re a mother, a daughter, a sister, or a friend, this day is for you!!! TTFN
