My Mom died the last day of May, 2010. She was ninety three years old. We didn’t get along well for most of my life, but the last fifteen years of her life, we patched up our relationship and built a friendship that was precious. We spoke on the phone almost every day until she became too ill and deaf to talk on the phone anymore. Those phone calls were her greatest gift to me because I was able to share my life with her.
We spoke for anywhere from fifteen minutes to an hour. I saved up stories that I knew she would love about the birds that came in to our feeders, the gardens, our cats and dogs, my husband and my various creative endeavors and any funny stories that I could come up with.
After she died, it was that sharing that I missed the most, so I started a journal writing letters to her. Every journal I have written in the past has been filled with negativity, but this one was so positive that I told some folks about it and it was suggested that I put it into a blog. While the letters to Mom will not directly pertain to tea, they may be entertaining for anyone who likes to drink tea and read about an interesting life.
If you find this entertaining or interesting, please send me comments and feedback.