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LET ME CALL YOU SWEETHEART I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!Mar 11 '06 Write an essay on this topic.
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The Bottom Line Please read many of the reviews of FJBPAB in honor of the anniversary of her death. Remember her fondly.
Let Me Call You Sweetheart… Four years ago my mother left this world. She died here at my home, in what is now my music room. The music room is a sacred room in our home now. It is complete with a piano and a saxophone for the children. It includes about 20000 cd’s that belong to my husband and a stereo system. Also in the room is my mother’s rocking chair and my mother’s angel collection. I have found that it is the only room in my home that my children do not clutter! It is the room they go to when they want quiet to read or just to think. It is also where they go to practice their music. A week after my mother passed away, we emptied her room and redecorated it to make it into a music room. I think my mother would approve of my music room. The border on the wall is a song. It is her song, it is my father’s song, it is our family’s song…”Let me Call you Sweetheart”. I hand painted the music notes and chords to “Let me Call you Sweetheart” all around the room. It just seemed like what I needed to have in my music room. When I was painting “Let Me Call you Sweetheart” and cleaning out my mother’s belongings I remembered back to another time that I had cleaned out a house after a death. My great aunt Priscilla, that my mother was named for passed away back in 1985. My mother and I cleaned out her home, and when we did we took with us an elderly lady that we called Miss Mary. Miss Mary and my mother’s Aunt Priscilla had been companions for over 50 years in the house we were cleaning. There was a large grand piano in one room, and while my mother and I cleaned and scrubbed the house, Miss Mary, 94 years old and blind, found her way to the piano. She began to play and she played “let me call you sweetheart”. As she played my mother and I both began to cry and both of us filled with emotion went and stood in the doorway as we watched and listened to Miss Mary play the piano for the last time. Sweetheart is what my mother always called me. It is what I call each one of my children. It is the most endearing word to me because I heard it from my father’s mouth constantly when he spoke to my mother. It is one word that I long to hear from my mother once again. I think it is the word I miss most of all when I think of my mother. When we lose a parent there are a great many things we miss. I have learned that the things I miss are things I never expected to miss. For instance, I miss my father’s hands, and being able to see and rub my hands on his hairy arms. Strange huh! I miss the scent of my father’s red checked wool flannel jacket that he always wore. It smelled like outside on a cold winter day after a fresh New England snow fall. I miss my mother’s laugh and I miss talking to my mother. Most of all I miss being called Sweetheart in the voice of one of my parents. My mother FJBPAB wrote a review when she was here and writing epinions. Here is the link to it. http://www.epinions.com/content_22116208260 She can tell you the story of “Let me Call you Sweetheart” much better than I ever will. In honor of her, please go and read it, remember her. She loved Epinions and today March 11, 2006 is the anniversary of her death.  |
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