July 15..5 years
5 years ago today I saw my mom's face for the last time before the casket closed. Today Gayle's Daughter is getting ready to run state #17. I would rather hug and kiss my mom than start this journey. Unfortunately/Fortunately this is my journey now. And it's a good place to be. I still remember the events up to the 15th so clearly.
The love, hugs, kisses, conversations, laughter, anger, smiles, friends, family, champagne, and all the freakin ass fried chicken. LOL. Who else wakes up for their mother's funeral with a champagne hangover. It was the worst time and best time. I must say, it was a badass, classy, fabulous funeral or homecoming service as we would say.
Love to my father who put up with my anger and over protection of my mother. Love to my amazing funeral bridesmaids. Love to my friend who found out she had cancer in her 30's who still checked up on me. Love to my mom and family and we were able to have a book conversation about the book "the help". Love to Hospice. Without them I don't know where my Dad and I would be. So fabulous and kind.
Always feels like yesterday and always trying to find joy. Every race is for my mom and this weekend is especially a celebration of her.