My three sons never tell me they love me unless I say it first and I try to say it each time we part.
I think men/boys just aren't like girls..............they're taught not to express emotions.
Every morning before my husband leaves for work, I say, "I love you" and "Have a good day". Each night before we lay down to sleep, I say "Good
night, I love you."
He is 67 with a aorta valve replacement and the longest living male in his family in the 200 years we have traced back except one Uncle who he is
I've never ever heard his family say, "I love you" or hug. they air kiss like Hollywood stars do.......very aristocratic English.
I lost my mother at 9.
One day she was working (worked in a office up to a week or so before she passed).
Coughed up a tiny bit of blood (tiny tiny bit)
Went in for exploratory surgery (1963).
The doctor came out and told my older sister (13 years older) that she had anywhere from two weeks to maybe a month (lung cancer).
They let me see her the day after surgery thank God. I knew instinctively that would be our last moment together.
She died the following morning.
When you lose a mother at 9, never having a father - you become intimately acquainted with the Grim Reaper.
To all you young ones out there...............make your peace, try to forgive and not dwell on your differences and say "I love you" to your
Honestly just those three little words can mean so much.
"The love you withhold is the pain that you carry". - Alex Collier.
Tomorrow, if my mother had lived, she would have been 101 years old.
She died February 23, 1963.
Not a day goes by I don't tell her "I love and miss you - may your soul be at peace wherever you are."
You never know - never part in anger with someone you love.
My husband says I love you sometimes but by his actions he shows me every day he deeply loves me....no fancy words, just simple little acts of
My mother showed me both, she was always kind and gentle and full of kisses, hugs and telling me I was the most important person in her
life.................I remember telling her before I left her bedside, "I love you". I remember how her hands felt so soft, I remember her hugging me
and her smelling like Shalamar, her favorite perfume. I can't remember the sound of her voice........I do remember she said, "I love you very
Again, I sort of knew this would be our last time together. She didn't act dramatic, that wasn't her style, I just knew.
You have to excuse me, I get funny around her birthday.
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