2 days shy of 1 year since my Mamoo passed. I think of her everyday.
Last night my family found an old VHS tape of videos my grandpa used to film back in the 70’s. Here’s a look at a couple of them ❤️
On Saturday July 6th my family lost Connie Cook aka “Mamoo” to an aggressive cancer that was diagnosed in late May & took her only a few weeks later.
My Mamoo was my favorite person. She was everyone’s favorite red headed, crazy chicken lady. She was the true matriarch of our family; our rock. She was the most calming presence to us all - the only person that could REALLY relieve me during bouts of anxiety. Truly, a care-taker at heart.
She loved coffee, the combination of blue & purple, birds, gardening, quilting, cooking, being at the beach.
I feel forever lucky to have so many core memories with her - bringing her chickens to show & tell in kindergarten, chaperoning me to the 5th grade NASA field trip, watching the mermaid shows at Weeki Wachee, painting ceramics at the river house, rainy weekends gardening, collecting eggs in the chicken yard, eating bowls upon bowls of her potato soup on rainy days, losing my mind when I dropped my mini bean bag frog in Walmart & her making SURE we found it (we did…naturally in the junk food isle). Those are just a few. I will eternally cherish those memories.
I will try to wear more blue for her & collect shells more often. I will think of her everytime I see an azalea flower, eat a cuban sandwich, hold a chicken, watch Bambi, read the poem “The Owl & the Pussy-Cat”.
I think I’ll always feel a little lost without her in the waking world. I’ll always wish I had more time. But I’m so grateful I had her when I did. I hope she’s in bird paradise wherever she is. I hope to see her in my dreams.
Bye-bye for now Mamoo. Love you to the moon & back.
Thank you to everyone that’s held space for my family & I during this immensely difficult time. We appreciate your love more than you could ever know.
