(Began: Thursday, November 23, 2017)
When I posted news
about mom’s passing on my Facebook page two days ago, I was overwhelmed by the
number of people who took the time to express their sympathies, affection, and
condolences to me and our family on this occasion. One comment from a dear
friend somehow stood out and struck me in a particular way. It said: “We didn’t know her but we can see her
beautiful legacy in you, in your family, and in your lives.”
This prompted me to
think of mom, her life and that “beautiful legacy” which, my dear friend
perceptively pointed out, lives on in us who are her children, her extended
family or friends. Of course, I had to start with my earliest memories of those
years in which I was most closely bonded with her as a child. I admit, it does
begin to feel so hard jogging my memory at 52 years old and going back some 40
plus years to the time of the formative childhood years that I spent almost
always by mom’s side.
However, when I set
myself to do this in earnest, faced with the stark reality of her death, the
memories came flooding back …
