It's been two years since my mom passed away. Two, sometimes very loooooong years.
Even when I try not to think about this death date, I can't help myself. Two years ago we knew it was coming, but it was still so life altering.
I've been thinking about Mom a lot lately, more so because of Marcie's recent aggressive cancer diagnosis.
Laila has cried more than a few times this week about how it stinks to be the youngest, because she knew and was loved by Grandma Sheri the least amount of time.
Well I knew and was loved by her for 51 years, and it still stinks that she's gone.
I love these pics of my mom though....
I love when she lost her hair, it grew back and she dyed it a firey red!! She was crazy like that....and really so at ease with who she was that she NEVER cared how others would react. I love that she's talking on the phone in this pic...most likely helping someone, or cheering someone up or loving on someone. She was so good at this.
I love so much about her.
I love the artist in her. I will always look at mountains, clouds and sunsets and think of her. I can hear her voice saying, "Look at those clouds, so beautiful. Now how would I paint that?" or "Oh my what an amazing sunset. So many colors. If I painted that no one would believe it was real."
I love how inclusive she was.
|Thanksgiving 2011...all the sibs right before mom started Chemo|
I love how concerned, caring and empathetic she was.
I love how she knew just what to say and what not to say.
I love how she chose Joy on a daily basis..... with very few pity parties. She never said "Why me?" but only "Why not me?