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My mom was an amazing person. She was so quick to call me and yell at me when
she hadn’t heard from me or when it had been awhile since she had seen the grand
babies. While we were all busy, including my mom, it never ceased to amaze me
how she always managed to have time for all of us kids and her grandchildren.
Mom always loved to play with the grandbabies.
She was very active. It seemed as though she was always doing something. She
loved to go to festivals, like the Strawberry Festival. When we would go to
Oxford for chemo, before she got really sick, we would always walk around to
look at all of the little shops and then stop for lunch. Those days were some of
my best memories with my mom.
Memories are a funny thing. It’s been almost a week now, and I still look at
my phone every morning wondering when she will text me. She used to text me
every morning. I guess that’s just how strong a memory is. As those memories
slowly fade, though, they’ll never be completely gone.
In my mind, it means my mother will never be completely gone. I don’t know if
this helps anyone else or not, but I find a lot of comfort in that thought; in
simply feeling like maybe her spirit is still with us. I also take comfort in
knowing that she is in a better place. Mom is no longer sick anymore, and she
can do all of those things that she used to love to do.
Sometimes, death can be difficult. It’s not always about the fact that the
person died, however. Death can also be a time for celebration. It can be a time
to look back on that loved one’s life, and to realize all of the great times
that you had with them. Even though I’m sad, I’ll always look back on those long
conservations with my mom and smile. I’ll look back on those birthday parties
and remember how great it is that my kids had that time with their grandma. So,
while I’m sad, I’ll always try in my heart to celebrate the life that she did
have.
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