The Earth enveloped the roots,
held them close in its embrace,
and nourished the growth of new life.
We placed our memories,
written in black ink,
and surrounded those roots with our love,
our cherished memories
and our hope for, one day, reuniting with those we have lost.
Each new leaf,
green with the promise of perpetuation,
reminds us that life goes on
and that we must find the joy and not the sadness
in the days in which we live.
We finally had the chance to place the rocks around my mom’s memorial tree yesterday. After a lovely, and filling, brunch my family and I gathered around the tree I planted in my mom’s memory and we placed the river rocks etched with words that represented what friends and family remembered about her. The best part of this moment is that is was not a somber occasion but a time filled with meaningful memories of a wonderful woman. It was a brief juncture in our day where we could remember the happy times and not be plagued with the sadness and the sense of loss.
I cannot think of a better tribute for Mother’s Day. My mom would be happy to know that we are able to embrace the multitude of wonderful moments we had in our lives and not focus on the fact that she was not able to be here to help us celebrate. The power of what she was in lives is more than enough to compensate for the reality that she not physically here.
Her memory and the many lessons she taught will continue to exist within us. Her love grows with each hug we give our family and our friends and we do her justice by continuing to live each day as if she were still here and covertly guiding our every move.
She would want us to be happy. She would urge us to sacrifice ourselves for the things we believe in, the things we truly want, and she would tell us to never give up. I can hear her voice in my head saying “if it’s worth having, it’s worth fighting for”.
I would move the Earth and the Sun to have her here for one more day but I will live each day contented by the fact that she resides in my heart. Her voice is strong in my ears and her determination flows in my veins.
I am my mother’s daughter and I celebrate the fact that there is no stronger definition of me.