To My Mom…
Yesterday my mom left this world behind for a big bridge club in the sky after a long battle with lung cancer. She was a real warrior with an endless reserve of can-do and had become the light of my life in these last years together. I am so lucky to have gotten to know her – not just as a mom – but as a gutsy lady with some serious mettle. Right up until her last day, she was teaching me about strength – no matter what the Big C threw at her, she was still MacGyvering her way around it.
She made new friends everywhere she went and protected them all as if they were her own cubs. I am so thankful for that extended family today. She is often celebrated for being an expert chef and a talented artist, and, boy, did she know how to run a shop. And despite her penchant for gold outfits and perms (for her, the 1980s never ended), she livened up every room with her spunky NY humor. You never really knew what was going to come out of her mouth next, but it was usually something bold and brilliant (and often embarrassing for me). I lived to earn her laughter, and few things in life ever felt as good as hearing when I’d made her proud (mostly because I did a lot of messing up first).
She’s given me so many gifts in these last 34 years that it would be impossible to name them all, but I thank her a billion times over for each one of them. She and my dad gave my sister and me so much, but right now, the gift I’m feeling so keenly is a heart that’s so full of love I think it could burst. I hope they’re together somewhere now, sharing a cigarette and a Coke with old friends, listening to Sinatra, and knowing they mean the world to me.
I’ll be away from the blog for the rest of the week but will miss you all and look forward to coming back next week!