My mom loved me and my sister. There is not much more you can ask for in life. Was it a perfect love? No, of course not. Was she the world's greatest Mom? Nope. But did she do what she could? Did she love us the best way she knew how?
YES.
Yesterday was one of the hardest days I've ever experienced, and as I get older and the people around me get older, I know that there will be more of those days to come. I hope that another won't come again for a long time, though. I didn't like sitting so close to the front- it means you were important in that person's life. I know we were. I know how proud my mom was of me and Andrea. I know she bragged to her friends and sometimes, embarrassingly, to random waiters and waitresses. When people asked her how she was, she told them about us, rather than what was happening in her own life. I know how much she cared.
And I can only hope that she knew how much we cared. Even through the gruff conversations and exasperation, I hope she knew we loved her. Our frustrations were born from not being able to love her enough or help her through her sadness and pain. We both prayed for her daily and wished only that she would be able to find her own happiness in this life.
I don't think she did. But now, she's in heaven and she's not in pain and she's not sad and I find comfort in that. Andrea and I hopefully have a long life ahead of us, which we will travel together. But I've got to say, I'm excited to get up there one day and see my Mom smiling again. A real, warm smile.
We love you Mom. You will always be in our hearts.
(If you have any memories of my Mom that you'd like to share, please leave me a comment! We love hearing them!)
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