On Thanksgiving day three years ago my mother passed away.
I still miss her.
She was always there when I needed her. She came before I called. She didn’t say much when something serious was happening in my life, or when I was sad, or when I cried, or when I hurt so much I thought I might die. She was just there with outstretched arms.
Did I remember to thank her? If I did, it wasn’t enough. It could never be enough.
She gave up her life for three months to stay with me during my late husband’s illness, without a murmur, without a sigh. I didn’t ask, she just came.
I never had to do anything to deserve her love. She loved me because I was her child. Despite the teen years when I must have caused her pain, despite my moving half way across the world and leaving her behind…she loved me.
She taught me to be loving, and kind and compassionate. Because that’s what she was. She taught me to imagine good things for everyone, to encourage, to inspire, to love. Because that’s what she did. She taught me that a pessimist and an optimist were both right, but being an optimist would have happier consequences, because that’s who she was.
She loved me.
I loved her.
If I can love as well as she did, then love has come full circle.
And today I am especially thankful that this wonderful lady was my Mum…I still miss her.
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your loved ones.