Wednesday, October 26, 2011
It has been said that the first year is the hardest. One year later, I can agree with that statement. I never would have imagined life without Mom and even now, my life feels like it is missing her. The dinner table is missing a table setting and there is an empty spot in pictures where she used to sit.
The holidays were horrifically sad, but we survived. My birthday, her birthday, and my parent’s anniversary was tearful, but life goes on. I am not sure how, but somehow it does. There is a moment when time changes. One day I miss her, one day I think I can do life without her, and other days when I sit and cry.
Mother’s day, I broke down. I sat on an airplane and balled my eyes out. I hear my friends say they are going to lunch with their mom, and I get sad. I wish I had Mom to go to lunch with. I hear my friends call their mom, and I get jealousy. I wish I had Mom to call.
Mom was a model of will power and instilled in me the determination to achieving anything my heart desires. She showed me how to give freely and love everyone. Because of her, I rode my bike across America. I know she is up in heaven watching over me and guiding all my moves.
A year has gone by and I miss Mom. When I close my eyes, I try to remember her as the healthy vibrant lady that would hug me tight. Her unconditional love and constant encouragement turned me into the person I am today. She makes me want to liveSTRONG everyday.