Mom

It's been 18 years since Mom's suffering from cancer ended and her ultimate new life began.  I'm very glad for her.  My hope is that she is with our Father today.  I know she is.  She must be having an amazing time. 

I stopped by her grave yesterday and thanked her for the life she gave me and my sibblings.  She mothered us well. She loved me only like a mother can.  She accepted me.  I remember her always loving me and being my biggest fan.  She had a way of blessing me where I was at, yet speaking further hope in what I could become.  My love for new things and adventure I think comes from her.  She gave me grace when I needed it and correction when I needed it - just in the right doses. The times that I think at the time I got away with something,  I'm pretty sure she knew all along.

She never met our kids.  She would love them.  If they were all at her house, I'm sure she would  hold her ears from the noise and cringe at the wear and tear kids did to the house - but when we left, she would continue to  knit them all a sweater, one of her love languages. 

Thanks Mom.  We'll see each other again.  I can't wait. 

I miss you.

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