It has been three years since my mom passed away.Three years and it’s only gotten a bit easier. There are still moments when I forget she’s gone and I want to pick up the phone and give her a call. Usually these moments happen when I’m doing something that I know that she would love to do or moments when I do something and she would be so proud of what I have accomplished.
My mom absolutely loved dogs even though she was allergic to them. Before she passed away we adopted two more puppies because our older dog was having a hard time getting around. When we eventually had to put our 12-year old border collie/black lab mix down, but with the two puppies it made it easier to let go.
There is no easy way to let go of a person because there is no one that can replace them. People try to and it is aggravating as hell. I always try to take a deep breath and remind myself that people mean well.
I don’t think I would be where I am today without listening to my mom’s advice and actions. She always had the best advice no matter the situation and I may not have recognized it then, I recognize it now. Her words ring clear in my head, but her actions inspire me to be at least half the woman that she was.
My mom taught P.E. for 25 years before budget cuts in California had her move to the classroom for four years before she died. She taught all levels of P.E. but loved teaching Elementary aged children because they were excited to be outside and learning something new. All of the kids knew that she treated everyone fairly and no one was exempt from an “I message”.
When I was in high school, my art teacher told me of how my mom reached out to her son because he wasn’t fitting in. My mom, being a fan of Lord of the Rings talked to him and made him feel like he belonged and that it was okay to be different.
I compare every teacher I have to my mom, which isn’t fair, but she was amazing and I miss her like crazy. She will always be in my heart as I continue down my path.