With all the work I need to accomplish today, I cannot seem to get started until I get this posted.
Someone who knew and loved Mom wrote this poem when she died, and it was read at her funeral. I think everyone who attended her standing-room-only funeral cried. What an unbelievably sad day that was.
39 years ago today. She's now been gone longer than she was here. For so many years, almost 2 decades really, I mourned the fact that I had lost my mom, and with that fact, all that I had missed out on. It seems like now, instead of mourning over her, I mourn FOR her, for all the things that SHE missed out on, the blessings that long life bestows on us. And this year it has really hit me how I ache for her that she never got to be a grandmother. She would have loved being a grandmother!
Thank you, Mom, for the start you gave me in life, for my beginnings, for my trials. You taught me to fight for what was right. You taught me to be stubborn enough to not accept no for an answer. You taught me to follow my heart regardless of what everyone else thought. And you taught me to walk away when all else failed. I regret that sometimes there's a high price to pay for walking away. To the end of my days, I will always wish you had not had to pay that price. And I will love you for that long also.
