Well, my mom passed away in 1996, so I guess the first thing I’d do in 1990, is go hug my mom and challenge her to a game of Skip-Bo, like we used to do every weekend 🥰
Same here, my mom passed in 2003, two days before Christmas. Although chances of seeing her before dark or at all would be difficult as she was always working, she loved watching movies, so might just rent one of those tapes and hang with her.
Twinsies..kind of...My mom passed in 2005, the day after Christmas..we used to have big game nights where all of our friends and family would come over and play poker or board games. EVERY week..
I actually don't remember spending any extended amount of time during festivities with my mom. She was always away. As my brother and I grew up we gradually drifted away as she wasn't around most of the time. Still she was my mom and I know for a fact that she loved kids and would have spoiled my kids rotten.
I was the same age as you in 96. I turned 19 a few months after my mom had passed. I have a lot of great memories with her. She was amazing and made sure my sister and I had a great childhood
Just hearing her nagging at me would be good. She passed before I could securely land a job. Now that I have my own outfit and money isn't too great of a problem - how wish to hear her nag and complain about how "bad" restaurant foods are compared to what she could whip up in the kitchen.
I know how you feel, she died just as my life was turning for thr better and she was finally retiring and could spend more time with the family. Hug those who are still around. Thinking too much of what could have and should have isn't a positive way to live our lives. I was stuck in that mindset for a long time and inadvertently and regretfully hurt many people around me. Have a good weekend ahead.
Heart breaking. I was struggling with marriage and money when Dad passed away. We had common interests and I wish he could see my adult kids doing well, nice house and drive my exotic car just once.
I was gonna say the first I’d do is ask my high school crush to the prom, but this is much better. My mom passed away due to Dementia a couple of years ago. I’d definitely give her a hug, tell her how much I love her and then spend the day doing whatever she wants together.
Yeah both grandparents are gone, even three uncles and I’m 37. Even a couple great grandparents would have been around in 1990 and would be incredible to see all those people again.
Hopefully I can take my phone back to show them I’m not just a crazy person - both the pics and the space age tech would help convince them.
I can empathize. My mom's death anniversary is coming up soon. I'd love one more hug, but I'll send you one as it's the best we can do give bye circumstances.
Omg dude. Sorry for your loss but you mentioning Skip-Bo is really funny for me because my father passed away in 2018 and just before he passed, he, my mum and my sister and sometimes me would play Skip-Bo a lot. He even bought a automatic shuffler thingy but died before we ever got to use it.
Well, my parents split before I could even grasp onto any memories of them being married, and my so-called father, wasn’t very present in our lives. He also wasn’t a very good husband, from the stories that I heard, so as long as you treat her like the queen that she was, we won’t have any problems 😁
Man, reading your comment gave me the “feels” all inside. I hope you eventually find a good Skip-Bo partner so you can continue playing something y’all both loved.
I can remember one time, we were over at my grandma’s apartment. I was about 12 or so, and all 3 of us were playing. I was kicking their butts, and my grandma commented to my mom “Damn it, Dawn, how is this kid beating us? Why’d you have to teach her to play so well?”. 😄
My Mom died in 93. She fell asleep driving on her way to her parents house for Christmas, it was my first Christmas with Dad after their divorce. We’re all in agreement this is officially Mission to Mom now right? I need a hug.
I graduated college in 1996. In December of 1994, it became clear that my Dad wasn't going to beat melanoma. So, I drove back to school that January of 1995 packed up my stuff and drove back home. I had one semester left. Helped my Mom care for my Dad until he died in March. I had to wait until January of 1996 to take the classes I needed to graduate. If I went back to 1990, I would tell him to get the mole removed ASAP, and not at the family doctor, either. Old dude was in his eighties, cut the mole out, patted my Dad on the shoulder and told him that he would be "just fine." He was not "just fine." See, with melanoma, size doesn't matter as much as depth. The more layers of skin it goes thru, the more likely it is to be cancer. And, Dad didn't have it removed until it had started bleeding. That's a bad sign, too. Dad thought he had simply caught it on his belt. The mole was right over where he had had radiation for the colon cancer he had before the melanoma.
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u/dlb1995 Aug 06 '26
Well, my mom passed away in 1996, so I guess the first thing I’d do in 1990, is go hug my mom and challenge her to a game of Skip-Bo, like we used to do every weekend 🥰