My Mom

My sponsor gave me an assignment. It was to write a letter to my Mom. She died in 1987 from lung cancer. It was really quick. She was diagnosed in late 1985 and by June 1987 she was gone. She and my dad NEVER told us that she was terminal. My mom was like that. She was incredibly strong. She would do anything for you. Fierce. I think that would be appropriate. She had a sense of humor that could knock your socks off. My mom and I didn't get along so well while I was a teenager, but by the time I was out of college and married, we'd become best friends. I went over every morning to have coffee with her and my grandmother, her mom, and the same every evening. From her house to mine was probably 8 minutes max. When Teresa said I should write a letter to my mom and tell her how I felt about her dying, I didn't think I'd be able to. I think about my mom just about every day. Sometimes it's fleeting, but sometimes it's not and I wasn't sure I wanted to chance reviving all the memories. I've written the letter, though and I've read it to Teresa. What I discovered while writing it, is that I am grateful for the woman my mom was because...that's who I am. Those qualities she had, humor, strength, fierceness? I have them, too.