Today marks the one-year anniversary of my mother’s passing. Grief seems to be washing over me in waves, even a year later, I can hear her call my name and still smell her perfume. I know my mother is pain free and after a year of fighting a glioblastoma in her brain, I am thankful she is resting. I have vague memories of my mom dressed to go out partying, or to go to work, and clearer memories of her at home, working in the yard, tending the garden, absorbing as much nature as she could. She hated being inside. She would rather chop wood with an axe in her bare hands than wash dishes. She loved the outdoors, and she loved to read. Growing up, if she was inside, I would find her in a corner, in the toilet, on a counter, any nook she could find, with a romance novel in her hand. She did pass on a love of reading to me, for that I am grateful. Not so much the outdoors :-/ Sorry Mom. She was also the one who taught me if you get knocked down, you get up and carry on. I was by no means the perfect daughter, & She by no means, the perfect mom, but I miss her dearly. I hope you’re RIP Mom. Give em Hell 🙂
