As you can see, it’s taken me a long time to write this post. I feel intimidated by the idea of writing what feels like a life-summary post about my mom. I’m afraid I won’t do her justice. That I won’t say everything I want to say.
So I’ve decided not to. Not to write a life-summary post that is, not to say everything that needs to be said in one post. I think I’ll feel free to write more about my mom whenever I feel like it.
It makes me sad to know she won’t be reading it, my most faithful Clearlyliving reader.
At my mom’s memorial, I shared that she is my biggest fan and greatest cheerleader. I think she told everyone she ever met – including people standing behind her in line! – about me and my work in Mozambique and my blog. She was always giving people my blog address. I sure will miss having my biggest fan on my side.
My mom was diagnosed with Stage Four Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma back in 2004, shortly after I moved to Mozambique. She did amazingly well with having cancer these last nine years and I am so grateful for that time. Even though I’ve lived out of the country, I’ve had a lot of wonderful times with her over these years.
But I still wasn’t ready to lose her, of course. Her mother had died when she was 76 and I always thought that was so young, and here my mom died two months before she turned 76. I still think it is so young.