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December 4, 2013

A post I wrote when my mother passed on December 4, 2013 and that I just got the courage to post:

December 4, 2013 (7:51 pm)

Today is the worst day of my life. I saw my mother and best friend stop breathing. I refuse to dwell on these past few days of suffering that culminated in her going back to Heaven today. I want to remember the best of times. My mommy memories:

1. The goofy and hilarious faces she would make...like how her face would transform whenever anybody would ask 'Are you serious?'

2. Her beyond corny jokes that you would have to really know her to get and appreciate these jokes.

3. How we did phone shopping all the time whenever we were separated by the distance. I think we invented this (lol). Many store clerks must have found it strange.

4. How we would get so excited over a new recipe

5. How we would take volvita (old 1997 volvo) for a spin and pray that she (volvita) doesn't lose power on the road.

6. How she would laugh until she starts crying

7. How she would run to the nearest wall whenever her back started itching.

8. How she would always be so overly concerned whenever I was sick.

9. How she would always be a sounding board whenever I was working through a problem even if I was miles away.

10. All the books she would buy to stock our home library that helped to foster my love for literature, reading, writing and just seeing and being around books in general.

11. Her energy and how she got so many things done at once.

12. The many adventures we had from being out jogging early morning, going out or just chilling at home. I feel like it was always an adventure. There was just always so much Joy from being around her even while she was battling her illness.

I will treasure all the memories, all the love my mother gave to me and try my best to pay it forward in this lifetime.

My mom at her older sister's wedding in the 90s...such a beauty :)




~Love God,Live life,One Enkounter at a Time~

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