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Mom was a unique woman. I remember as a young boy going into her room, which
I always felt to be a magical place. Her dresser was always filled with trinkets
and bracelets and gems, which I felt had magical powers. She had the most
amazing artwork on her walls, which again I associated with magical powers.
Not like ordinary people, mom used to place ornaments and angels way up high
on her ceiling and even had a disco ball handing from her light. I used to think
at nighttime she stayed up light, and perhaps performed some kind of magic when
we were all sleeping to keep us all safe at night.
I know mom worked hard, harder than most, because she was a single mother to
the three of us. But you wouldn’t know it to look at her. Her hair was piled up
high on her head, her makeup always perfect, and her house tidy and clean.
She would wake up early, get us all organized and set for school, kiss us on
the head and tell us to study hard, because we were going to make something of
ourselves.
You would never assume that mother was different from anyone else, except
that sometimes she would leave after we went to bed at night to work a second
shift, or fall asleep for a short nap on the weekends, but only after she played
several rounds of monopoly with us, and baked us ninja cookies, which we loved
best. In many ways, she was a bit of a miracle mother. Looking back I am not
quite sure how she did it.
I know something was odd these last few months when mom wasn’t her peppy
self, and she stopped her usual Sunday calls, which were a regular for the last
35 years of my life. The last time I visited her she smiled, but it was a tight
smile. So I had the pleasure of tucking her into bed at night for a while, into
her still magical room, filled with trinkets. I’ve since learned they don’t have
the powers I thought they had, at least not to save my mom from imminent death.
But, we joked during the last few weeks of her life that they would transport
her to a world that was filled with rainbow rays and sunshine, that was brighter
than you or I could ever imagine.
I am quite sure that my mom is somewhere magical today, and probably laughing
the brilliant way that she always did, with her hair piled on high, maybe making
magical ninja cookies, just waiting for the day that we can reunite. Thank you
mom, for all of the tireless effort to give us a good life, and the absolutely
amazing memories. You were the best inspiration a young man could have. May
moonbeams continue to fill your heart, and light your eyes wherever you may be.
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