Three years ago today, my mom passed away.
I’ve been spending the last hour writing and then rewriting this post. I would
start down one path and then end up somewhere totally different. I would start
with talking about how funny and strong she was and then end up talking about
how I remember Beverly Hills 90210 was playing on the tv when she took her last
breath. (For the record, we both loved that show!). I would start talking about
how she drove me crazy all the time and then end up talking about how
completely horrible it was to see her deteriorate right in front of my eyes. I
would start by saying how I have so many unanswered questions for her and end
with the amount of pizza and donuts that I consumed while sitting vigil during
her last few days. I would start talking about how I never wanted her to leave
and end with how I eventually begged God to take her. I guess I’m just not
ready to write an eloquent post about it yet. What I do know is that in my last
words to her, I told her to let go because we were all going to be okay. We
were going to take care of each other. And you know what? It was the truth. We
are okay and we will continue to be okay because she has given us the strength
to do it.
My mom and new baby Henry just a couple of weeks before she
passed away. I’m so glad she was able to meet him.