Six Years

Right after Mom died, I remember sitting in my car at a stoplight and looking over at the people in the car next to me. They were laughing and smiling, probably joking or singing along to the radio. I wondered if they saw me...swollen eyes, pale face...and wondered why I looked so bad. I wanted them to stop thier happiness for a moment to join me in my misery. Then the light turned green and we were both in motion again, going the same way at the same speed but, in reality, headed in totally different directions. Life changes with grief, but it does go on.

In six years our family has changed completely. Babies were born, weddings were held, holidays, anniversaries, moves, happy times and sad times. Everything evolves and time marches on. My memories of Mom are positive now...focused more on the fun times (there were plenty) and less on illness and loss. My dreams are of her living, not dying, and for that I am greatful. I think I am a better daughter, wife and mother than I would have been had I not learned just how much each day we have is precious.

Today and always I celebrate my Mom and her great life. I celebrate the close relationship I have with my Dad and all I learned from my parents about a fun, respectful, loving marriage. I appreciate my health and good fortune. I thank God for the gifts He's given us and the promise of life after death. And, although there are tears streaming down my face, I am happy.