Mom passed away on January 26, 2003 after a courageous battle with acute myelogenous leukemia. Yet, while she is physically gone, I know she’s still with me. She still is a great influence in my life. She still helps me, by her grace, to know what is the path for me, to be confident in my choices. By following her example, I know to do what is right.
There are times when I can feel her presence, know that she’s ‘here.’ Sometimes I feel a strong influence, I know she’s had some part in something that has happened in my favor, whether it is of good fortune or a lesson learned. Sometimes, things that I did not believe I could do or never really did all that well somehow turn out great, as if she were here with me, guiding me all the way through — as with the batch of bread rolls I made on January 26th. Other times, I see a butterfly wafting by on a breeze, I know Mom’s spirit is floating by with a gentle, ‘Hello… you’re doing great kid – keep it up.” Then there are times when I am in “the right place at the right time” to see a family member, meet up with a long lost friend, take in a beautiful sunset, experience life as its best, I know Mom’s had a hand in that. In fact, I am certain she brought me to a place that I could feel comfortable reaching out to some new person in my life — the man who became my husband. The man who Mom would have dearly loved to have in our family. The man for me.
Jeff and I were married on 9.10.11 with family and friends all around. I walked in Mom’s shoes throughout my wedding… the very same shoes she wore on her wedding day, fifty-six years ago. Those must have been magic shoes, she and Dad were married for forty-seven years and had been together for fifty-two. With that kind of influence Jeff and I will be fine.