This is what I posted to Facebook a bit ago:
A memory of my mother: I was 8 years old when we lived in Elkins, WV. That’s when I saw teevee ads for a new movie coming out called “Moonraker”. The voiceover guy said “Bond is Back!” I had no idea who this “Bond” was, but this movie apparently had spaceships and pew-pew ray guns, which was all I needed. It was 1979, after all, and I was an 8-year-old kid in a STAR WARS world.
One night I’m getting home from a friend’s house or something and I see Mom heading for the car. I ask where she’s going, she says she’s going to see a movie. I ask what movie, she says “Moonraker.” I say, “I want to see Moonraker”, and Mom doesn’t bat an eye: “Put your bike away and get in the car.” That’s where my James Bond fandom began.A lot of my fandoms spring from things my mother made me watch or took me to see or gave me to read. She always thought I’d be a writer, and I am. She thought a lot of things. She thought highly of the girl I’d just started dating, way back then. She thought we’d like Hawaii…and we did.Theresa Sedinger died today, aged 82. Her last months were very hard and not at all what she would ever have wanted, but she had a good life, a long life, and she lived it well.
Goodbye, Mom.
I’ll write more about my mother someday. Not now, but someday.
When my mom died in 2011, at the age of 83 (too young, like yours) I processed her passing over several posts that month, another two months later, and probably even now. I’m very sorry.
My deepest condolences. It is never easy to walk the path of grief.