There are no words to fully express how much I love my mother and how much she will be missed. She was my confidant, my counselor, and my best friend. I am who I am because of her. She was the person that I looked up to, my role model in so many ways. She taught me what was truly important in life and she inspired me. I want to tell you about few things that I learned from her. These are the things that are most important.
She was courageous. She faced her fight against cancer with strength and determination. She never gave up. She also never complained even when she was in terrible pain. She told me that she was not going to let it pull her down and that she was going to be happy no matter what.
She was selfless, she always put others first and cared about the welfare of her family and friends. Even when she was very ill, she was still only concerned about other people, about her friends and family. I was with her the day before surgery and she was giving advice and counsel to her friends and trying to help other people. She was more worried about how everyone else was going to do after she was gone than concerned about herself.
And she loved the people around her. She loved meeting and talking to new people and finding out about their lives. People were drawn to her because she was so warm, friendly, exuberant, full of life and happiness.
She loved to talk. On the phone, in person. And I loved that about her. She always had something to talk about. She told me this story about how when she was young and in school she got in trouble in class for talking. So the teacher told her to stand on her chair. And she got caught talking again so she had to stand outside the classroom.
She loved to laugh and had a wonderful sense of humor. She was funny and always telling jokes. Even at the hospital, after receiving bad news, instead of being the one needing to be cheered up, she was the one cheering everyone else up with her jokes.
She was so intelligent and she worked hard. Growing up I thought she knew everything. I still do. And whenever there was a question of what to do, she had the answer.
She did the things that she loved and lived life to the fullest. She fought for her time here and she didn’t take any of her time for granted. She was always telling me Go, Go, Go. Go and do it. And that’s what she did. She was always going somewhere and doing something. Meeting up with people, going to a new restaurant for dinner, traveling, painting. Doing all the things that she loved.
She was authentic. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, or be anyone else other than who she was. She didn’t have time for showing off, she lived life simply and humbly and full of joy. She knew what mattered.
And she was full of Faith. She instilled the same faith in me and for that I’ll forever be grateful. Because of this faith I know she’s watching over us and that I’ll see her again someday. I look forward to that day, but for now I am just grateful for having had such a wonderful, caring mother.
I miss her so much and wish she could be here. But I know that she would want us to remember her in joy because that’s how she lived her life – with joy and grace. And she would want us to follow her advice – to Go, go, go. To go and live life, not waste a moment.
Melisa
There are no words to fully express how much I love my mother and how much she will be missed. She was my confidant, my counselor, and my best friend. I am who I am because of her. She was the person that I looked up to, my role model in so many ways. She taught me what was truly important in life and she inspired me. I want to tell you about few things that I learned from her. These are the things that are most important.
She was courageous. She faced her fight against cancer with strength and determination. She never gave up. She also never complained even when she was in terrible pain. She told me that she was not going to let it pull her down and that she was going to be happy no matter what.
She was selfless, she always put others first and cared about the welfare of her family and friends. Even when she was very ill, she was still only concerned about other people, about her friends and family. I was with her the day before surgery and she was giving advice and counsel to her friends and trying to help other people. She was more worried about how everyone else was going to do after she was gone than concerned about herself.
And she loved the people around her. She loved meeting and talking to new people and finding out about their lives. People were drawn to her because she was so warm, friendly, exuberant, full of life and happiness.
She loved to talk. On the phone, in person. And I loved that about her. She always had something to talk about. She told me this story about how when she was young and in school she got in trouble in class for talking. So the teacher told her to stand on her chair. And she got caught talking again so she had to stand outside the classroom.
She loved to laugh and had a wonderful sense of humor. She was funny and always telling jokes. Even at the hospital, after receiving bad news, instead of being the one needing to be cheered up, she was the one cheering everyone else up with her jokes.
She was so intelligent and she worked hard. Growing up I thought she knew everything. I still do. And whenever there was a question of what to do, she had the answer.
She did the things that she loved and lived life to the fullest. She fought for her time here and she didn’t take any of her time for granted. She was always telling me Go, Go, Go. Go and do it. And that’s what she did. She was always going somewhere and doing something. Meeting up with people, going to a new restaurant for dinner, traveling, painting. Doing all the things that she loved.
She was authentic. She wasn’t trying to impress anyone, or be anyone else other than who she was. She didn’t have time for showing off, she lived life simply and humbly and full of joy. She knew what mattered.
And she was full of Faith. She instilled the same faith in me and for that I’ll forever be grateful. Because of this faith I know she’s watching over us and that I’ll see her again someday. I look forward to that day, but for now I am just grateful for having had such a wonderful, caring mother.
I miss her so much and wish she could be here. But I know that she would want us to remember her in joy because that’s how she lived her life – with joy and grace. And she would want us to follow her advice – to Go, go, go. To go and live life, not waste a moment.