Funny how things change with moms. There from the beginning, carefully planning things out, waiting nine full months to meet. Greeting with gusto, nurturing and coaxing. Non-judgemental but opinionated. Urging one on, cheerleading from the sidelines.
Countless birthdays, graduations, weddings, divorces, headaches and phone calls. In good health and in bad, there from the beginning.
And it's done. Six weeks short of your 91st birthday, after seven months of defying the odds, you bid adieu. Glioblastoma won. The journey continues as there is more to do. More flowers to plant. More rooms to paint. More kids to call and grandbabies to hug. We're on a journey, and good parentage has helped. The bumps, though sometimes high, were tolerable and the advice, spot on. It's been a good run. Even without your bright blue eyes, Moms are forever.
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