I Miss My Mother
This weekend I was reminded of my mother repeatedly....this morning I found myself crying over her and missing her. This doesn't happen often. And still I'm crying, and thinking of her memory and how loved she was by many.
Saturday was the 12 year anniversary of her death, Sunday the 2nd year of a tradition my family started to remember her life. We participate in a run/walk fundraising event for colon cancer research and awareness (she died from colon cancer). There were 21 of us there, last year there was a lot of my mother's side of the family too, not all the same people, but it is something we plan on doing every year.
This morning I saw a news article about the event, and how 1,200 people had participated yesterday. It moved me...and while I wished she was one of the survivors, I'm proud that my family keeps her memory alive.
The event allows us to make teams, we made a team, and our own shirts with her name on it. I wore a sign with a picture of her and an "in loving memory" note on it.
After we did the walk and others the run, they provided a pancake breakfast. While I sat there talking with family, a woman approached me and referenced my sign and said "I went to school with her, she was younger than me but we were on student council together" and went on to praise her character and ask how long ago she had passed. It was a reminder of just how memorable of a person she was/is. It's happened many times that people have known her when I mention her, or that others have met people whose lives she touched. She was a caring, happy, charismatic person that loved everyone. I hope to be half the woman she is.
Saturday was the 12 year anniversary of her death, Sunday the 2nd year of a tradition my family started to remember her life. We participate in a run/walk fundraising event for colon cancer research and awareness (she died from colon cancer). There were 21 of us there, last year there was a lot of my mother's side of the family too, not all the same people, but it is something we plan on doing every year.
This morning I saw a news article about the event, and how 1,200 people had participated yesterday. It moved me...and while I wished she was one of the survivors, I'm proud that my family keeps her memory alive.
The event allows us to make teams, we made a team, and our own shirts with her name on it. I wore a sign with a picture of her and an "in loving memory" note on it.
After we did the walk and others the run, they provided a pancake breakfast. While I sat there talking with family, a woman approached me and referenced my sign and said "I went to school with her, she was younger than me but we were on student council together" and went on to praise her character and ask how long ago she had passed. It was a reminder of just how memorable of a person she was/is. It's happened many times that people have known her when I mention her, or that others have met people whose lives she touched. She was a caring, happy, charismatic person that loved everyone. I hope to be half the woman she is.
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