ring ring

ring ring

I was given a link to a mother's blog who recently lost her 17 month old daughter. (Hudson's One Good Thing) It's strange how a mother's loss of her daughter can so closely resemble a daughter's loss of her mother. My mom taught and encouraged the power of positive thinking and finding the good in all situations. I know she wants me to find at least "One Good Thing" amidst this sea of darkness. Although there are days when that is seemingly impossible, I know I am armed with beautiful memories of my mother and honoring those memories with a laugh, smile or tears is now all I can do.

Most people didn't have the pleasure of knowing the goofy side of my mom's personality. The attached video was her most recent obsession. She would imitate and put her own spin on it while leaving my sister or me a voicemail. I crave one of these ridiculous voicemails...she would do just about anything to make us laugh.

I selfishly miss being able to call her for advice on how to tell whether or not my basil is still edible or just to say hi as I wait in the car for James. It is in the lack of these simple moments that my new reality is made resoundingly real, but it is also in these moments that I am reminded of my mom's brilliance and the incredible bond that we had.

Mom. "Ring, ring! I'm calling you but you not answer your phone..." I miss you more with each day that passes, but I promise to stay strong, be confident in who I am and love others as much as you loved me.