Thinking of My Mom

 

My Mom, who passed away in 2018, would have turned 80 this year. There is scarcely a day that goes by that I don't think about her, about lessons she taught me and love she gave me. 

Among the many kind words people sent my way when I was grieving her loss, I recall someone saying how if we live out the best traits of those who go before us, then they do not die but live on in us. 

I do sense that, as I get older, I am becoming more like my mom, and hopefully the most admirable parts of her. The quiet strength. The enduring love. The servant's heart. It would mean a lot to me that I was successful in honoring her in this way. Love you and miss you, Mom.