My Mom was my biggest hero: She will be a tough act to follow.
Throughout my life, I’ve operated on gut feelings, omens and premonitions. But the day my mother died, I never got a sign or felt an intuition that she was leaving me forever. I was secure in my thoughts that she was available whenever I chose to give her a call to chat or to get a food recipe from her. I was secure in the belief that I’d see her again.
From one moment to the next, she was gone. The woman who had recently visited me in Virginia, and shared days of shopping, going to church, home-cooked meals and lots of laughter, had ceased to exist.
In an instant I lost my biggest fan, my soothsayer, my life’s compass, my life-long friend. My mom.
In her wake, my mother has left so many memories and examples of the great adventurer, humorous and giving person she was.
In planning her funeral and taking care of her affairs, my sisters and I, ran into so many people who expressed how my mother had touched their lives in positive ways. They were simple ways, yet very meaningful and long-lasting, for those who knew her.
She lived in a building for independent seniors in Austin, Texas. Everyone knew her. The maintenance man came up to us and told us, my mom had recently cooked an enchilada dinner for him. A neighbor confined to a wheel chair and suffering from advanced diabetes, told us my mother had become one of his good friends. He said she would drive him to his doctor’s visits. At one point waiting three hours while he received therapy.
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