My blogs are straight forward and from the heart. This is the most difficult entry I have made since keeping our family blog. Three weeks ago we buried my beloved mother and my life forever is changed. Tears come frequently and some without explanation. I miss my mom and have yet to fully comprehend that I will never speak live with her. Or that she will never directly give me her opinion and advice. Quinten will never go to the house and run right to her for her big hug and smile. Memories and pictures are going to be precious for me. My prayer for Quinten is that he manages to hold on to some sliver of her memory. Mom loved her family deeply and we loved her. It seems especially sad that Quinten will likely never truly know the level of love she had for him.
Yesterday I went to her grave to spend time with her. She was not there and yet I felt her spirit. Seeing her foot stone with the dates of her life brought home the reality of her death. I promised mom at her funeral that I would live my life making her proud of me. To me that means always try your best, give your best and love your best. I love you mom.
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