As I sit here in the sunshine, listening to the birds, I am thinking of my mom, who passed away 3 years ago today. On this day my siblings and I were at her side. It was not like it’s described in stories or shown in movies. It was hard and painful and we did all we could to endure and rise above and be together in love.
I miss my mom everyday. I celebrate her gentleness and her fierceness. I celebrate her unwavering curiosity and love of learning. I celebrate her artistry and her vision. I even celebrate the way she would make a face and say “blech” at a restaurant when she didn’t like the coffee, especially because on the flip side of that was the pure and open delight she would show when something was yum.
We had a bit of a hard time together at the end and whenever that makes me sad I call up my memory of her looking at me and saying, “You have a good heart.”
Thank you, Mom. I got it from you.