Palm Sunday always brings me back home..My mother was first generation Polish and I must tell you, she was full of fun..When Palm Sunday came, she would go out and break a small branch off a tree and head to the bedrooms..we would be hiding under the blankets, we knew she would be coming..She would come in and hit the blankets, very gently I might say, and say a verse in Polish, which told us to get up, it is an important day, she wasn't hitting you the branch was...I am not sure I have the meaning right, but I learned the Polish words and did the same thing to my girls on Palm Sunday..One of my joys in life was, I took care of mom for awhile and she lived here with us and I had a chance to wake her up with my thin branch, on Palm Sunday..We had quite a few laughs over it..Would you believe, it was my mother's last Easter on earth...
Remember to show those you care about, how much you care...
Till next time, keep looking up...
7 comments:
That is a beautiful post..what a great memory..thanks for sharing it with us!
The memories we have of loved ones are nice, aren't they?
What a lovely post. I really enjoyed reading it. Nice memories are such wonderful little treasures to have. Hope you have a great day today :)
This was a very touching and heartwarming story. Memories are so important, as is saying *I LOVE you*. I try to say it often.
That was so beautiful!!! Your new angel is too!!! You blew me away!!
God bless you!
What a lovely message.You and your mother had a good relationship it seems.Both are fortunate in that.
love this story!
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