Wednesday will mark one year since my mother took her last breath. I miss her so much, yet I wouldn't wish her back to the pain of this world, with all her ailments and struggles.
The first month of so after her death, I seemed to have my mom with me all the time. It was as if I could hear her breathing right beside me, and I drew comfort from it. I don't know when that sensation went away, but I must have gotten to the point where I could I fully let it go.
I miss her on Sundays especially, when I'm sure she's singing praises to God just outside a pearly gate as she anxiously awaits her meeting with Him.
There are still days where I yearn to sit with her, to learn from her, to laugh with her. I felt such confidence in our relationship, and I never had reason to doubt my mother's love.
I worried for awhile that I might forget my mom's insights, her mannerisms, her sense of humor, her face. Now that she's gone, though, I realize she infused so much into me that I could not possibly forget. She wove herself into the very fiber of my character. She invested in me, in each of her six children, and I see her traits in all of us.
This week, I want to focus on a smattering of the lessons my mom passed on to me. I hope they inspire you to honor those in your life you have made you what you are today.
Enjoy your week. Enjoy this blog.
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