Six years ago today, my life took a huge turn in the death of my mother. I miss her terribly. She died rather suddenly, only after a month of knowing about her illness. There's really not a day that goes by that I don't think of her in some way, and then the sudden pang of hurt sets in that she's gone. That's particularly true this time of year, when I bring out many of her Christmas decorations. I treasure them, and I wouldn't trade them for anything, but they're somewhat a sad reminder too.
But I know that today, she wouldn't want me to focus on her death. Today was a special day for Kate at school, and tomorrow is my son's birthday. You're their mom, focus on the kids, she would say. And I will. But just talking to her is probably what I miss the most. I miss her -- as my mother, but also as my friend.
Love you, Mom! I'm wearing one of your Christmas pins on my coat today. I know you wouldn't let me out of the house without one! :) -- S
"A mother is the truest friend we have, when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us; when adversity takes the place of prosperity; when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us; when trouble thickens around us; still will she cling to us, and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness, and cause peace to return to our hearts." -- Washington Irving
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| My mom, JoAnn Olivares Hernandez, in Houston, circa 1960. |
