I have been thinking about my mom a lot over the last week. Every time something happens or I hear something I think she would enjoy, I reach for the phone forgetting she won’t be there to answer. She was a big part of my day-to-day life. We were very close and talked on the phone at least once a day. Having that routine so abruptly altered is taking a great deal of adjustment and an overwhelming amount of tears.
During our lifetime, my mother had done many things for my brother and I without ever second guessing her motivation. She was a mother first and everything else came second. She would constantly put our needs ahead of her own. She consoled us, cried for us and cried with us, she gave us every tool possible to become the strong, independent people we are today.
Up to her last breath she followed that mantra. Although my mom had been sick for quite a while, the week leading up to her passing was one of her best in a long time. She was feeling “fine”, physically better than she had in months and her spirit was completely lifted. I have heard from many who have had a similar experience with their loved one – they seemed to rally back before their passing and it gave those around them that comfort of remembering their departed loved ones with more joy than sadness.
Her last selfless act as a mother was to leave us with memories of her being happy and not being sick. The last day I spent with her was just like hanging out with her 20 years ago. Her sense of humor was quick and twisted, and she had that spark in her eye that I remember so well.
I dream of her often and see her in little signs that she leaves in random things. We miss you, mom, and hope you are enjoying those Angel wings. You certainly deserve them. xo