My mom passed away in '02. I wasn't nearly as heavy then as I am now, but I remember feeling that she was disappointed in my weight. I started gaining a couple of years before she died. She was always proud to have "pretty daughters" and I didn't feel that way when she was is hospice.
We shared clothes from the time I was about 14. Well actually, I shared hers.
Couldn't share shoes though. One of us tipped our right heel different from the other and it would screw up the shoes for the other person.
I really miss my mom. I get jealous of some people who still have their parents when they are like 50 and older. A guy at work was saying that he had to call his GRANDMA every week and he's about 58. It sucked being a 34 yr old orphan. My oldest sister was 50 when she passed. She never teases me about being the "Baby" anymore, cause shortly after the funeral, I kinda hurtly informed her that I may have had more stuff
, but she had 15 more years
than I did.
But, I have my mom's funerary crucifix on my bedroom wall with my Papa's last rosary draped over it, and I know they are on this journey with me along with all my other journey's.