Yesterday was Mother's Day. My mom passed on June 3, 2011. Fuck, those are some real words to write down. I am currently writing this blog entry at Passion Cafe in Chicago in the River North neighborhood and I can't keep fighting back these tears, so I broke down and opened the flood gates. If you're wondering if people saw me crying, the answer is simply yes. It's impossible to think about her life and not tear up and I don't think I 100% accepted the fact she passed and there's still a lot of stuff to work through.
Life is a roller coaster of good times and bad times. Who knows when our day is up, but I do know her life was taken too soon and easily could have been prevented. Hindsight is 20/20, but all that leaves me with is to fight for my life and live each day with a purpose.
I had some good times with my mom, but we had our battles too. There are still scars that haven't been worked through, but we also had a blast together. I have amazing memories with her. She always wanted the best for her kids and for her kids to simply be happy. She expressed that sentiment all the time to us. So, what did you we do together: We went to Tom Petty concerts together, dinners, we painted together, listened to a lot of different music together and god only knows what other amazing things we did during her time on earth.
My mom was the type of person to give you anything you wanted. If you said to her that you liked her necklace, she would take it off and give it to you - literally - don't fight with her because she would make a scene - so you had to accept it - I look back now and realize that was a cool strategy she had to ensure the other person got what they desired - now I realize she never got what she desired, which is love.
I love you mom - I know you are with me everyday. Continue leading me down a path of greatness and providing me with blessings, like our baby - we will name our baby after you.