Losing my mom and going on without her has been one of the most difficult things I've ever had to do. She was such an important part of my life. She wasn't perfect, but she was the perfect mom for me. She was funny. She had the most hearty laugh. She was friendly and outgoing. For years, she worked in a grocery store in the town where I grew up. My brother once said he always wondered what everyone knew about him when he walked in there because my mom always went on and on about us! My mom could strike up a conversation with anyone, anywhere. I sometimes wish I was more like her in that way. I tend to be more reserved around people I don't know very well. But not my mom. She could make friends with anyone.
My mom was never rich in terms of material things, but she was one of the most generous, giving people I have ever known. She shared of her time and talents with everyone. She served willingly and happily in many different ways in her church. She loved working with the children in her congregation. Many of them told us at her funeral how much they loved her and would miss her.
My mom struggled with many difficulties throughout her life. She and my dad divorced when I was 8. The divorce and the aftermath was very difficult for her. She faced emotional and physical difficulties at different times throughout her life. But through it all, she never lost hope and she never neglected me and my needs. I could talk to my mom about anything. I loved spending time with her. My children adored her (and she them). Losing Grandma Diana was so difficult for my children. Seeing them suffer made my grieving that much harder.
I love her and miss her, and many times have wanted so badly to pick up the phone and call her. How wonderful it would be to hear her voice. Losing her left an empty space in my heart.
Today, I am posting some of my favorite pictures of my mom.
Mom, age 3
My mom's love of reading began when she was just a little girl.
One of my favorite pictures of my mom. She and Mallory look so happy. This was taken on Christmas Eve, just a few months before my mom died.