This is my mom’s story.
It’s not one of heart break.
It’s not one of sorrow.
It’s not a fair story either. But I’m going to tell it.
It’s a story of overcoming adversity.
It’s the story of smiling in the midst of all things giving her reasons not to.
It’s a story of becoming joy.
Being joy for others was her joy.
To the extent that it was possible for her, other’s joy always surpassed her own.
She loved adventure and shopping and good food.
And sharing it was her favorite.
She loved spoiling others with whatever her money could buy them to have the same.
They say you see a lot about a person in the friends they keep.
She kept many of the greatest people I know as friends.
Life long friends who suffered greatly along side her as she suffered, but also had endless stories of inspiration and fantastic times together.
You would have to search few and far between to find someone who could say a bad thing about my mom.
She never intended to be anyone’s inspiration, but she frequently was.
She was happiest when those she loved were happy.
That will be a great source in us finding happiness again without her physically being here.
It seems impossible to move forward, but she always did.
She taught us how, and so we can and will find a way too.
She will never truly be gone, or forgotten. She will live an eternity in heaven, and in the stories and memories we share of her, and in the impact she has had on each one of our lives.
It is only, until we meet again. Save me a seat near you.