On this date, October 22nd, for forty-four years I pause to remember one of the greatest gifts in my Life. My Mom.
My brother and I lost one of the greatest examples of love and tolerance there ever was. Whatever small amount of grace and compassion I possess, came directly from her.
She was a beautiful and talented woman who adored children, was quick to laugh, and loved her son and daughter unconditionally. She died too young and never knew how much my brother and I learned, appreciated, and tried to be like her.
I never knew how much I would regret not being able to tell her what she meant to me. And she never knew that I escaped my “misspent youth” to become a successful, productive member of society; that I would provide care and understanding to thousands in my career–that would make her proud; that I would create new dreams and live into them.
I hope you are proud of your legacy, Mom.