Remembering and Honoring My Mother

I started crying and remembering all the wonderful times I had had with my mommy. I remembered all the talks we shared about love and marriage. I remembered all the talks about starting a family and grandchildren that she couldn’t wait to get her hands on.

I realized in that moment that I was going to have a lifetime of memories that my mother would not share with me. I cried for all those “moments” in life that she would not be a part of, for all those grandchildren that she would never know and for all those happy moments of growing older and wiser.

As the years pass, I realize that I have lived an entire lifetime without her. I sometimes even wonder if she is watching out for me and keeping an eye on my family. I have felt her presence so many times during those special family moments and I have tried to pass on the memories to my children, so that they will know the grandmother that they never got to meet. I try to pass on the insight that my mother gave to me, so that a little part of my mommy will continue to thrive in my children.