Eleven years ago today, I lost my mother. She was diagnosed with breast cancer when I was nine. Five years after her initial diagnosis, my mother went home to be with Jesus.
I do not tell you this because I seek sympathy or attention. I tell you this because this blog is my happy place, but it is also my thinking place. I come here to tell you about my life, but also to discuss the things that are on my heart.
Today, of course, it is my mother.
If I could describe her in one word, it would be magnetic. Mom drew people to her in a way I honestly can’t explain. She was beautiful, yes, with long blonde hair, blue eyes, and a perfect smile. But it wasn’t that. It wasn’t that she was especially outgoing. Even so, to know my mother was to love her. She was funny, laugh-til-your-stomach-throbs funny. She had an amazing howling laugh, and if you heard it you couldn’t help but laugh with her.
She was my best friend, and when she died I was lost. I was fourteen.
Somehow, as time goes by, you find a way to balance your life again. The gaping hole isn’t filled, but other people enter your life to even things out again. I have been so incredibly blessed with an abundance of people who support and love me, and I am more grateful than words can say.
I lost my mother too young, and that will never be okay. But somehow, by the grace and love of God, I will be okay. I will still live a life full of joy, and one day I will see her again.
Happy Wednesday, readers. Thank you so much for visiting me here. I appreciate all of you every day.