I have had the privilege of spending my entire life with one of the most humble, caring people ever to live. A person who’s deepest wishes were that her family cared and looked out for one another. A person who taught me the difference (and importance) of right and wrong. Someone who made going to church fun and understood the importance of the meaning. Someone who taught me the love of music. A person who cared about less fortunate people. Someone who would let you know if she thought you were out of line. Someone who gave unconditional love to her family and to many of the people she came in contact with.
This lady did not judge people and made everyone feel included. She was someone who cared about other’s happiness way before hers. Someone who didn’t find the need to say bad words, except for that occasional bad driver who made her mad. Someone that could transfer tears into smiles. A person who knew no strangers. Someone who considered her marriage vows a lifelong commitment and expected the same from me. A lady that could tell you the life story about a waiter or waitress after leaving a restaurant. She reminded me often of what’s really important in this life.
My mom passed away on October 17th of this year at the age of 75 after a very short illness. I’m going to miss her a lot.
During this election year I hear politicians talk about how they are going to solve our problems. In reality, if everyone lived their lives like my mom did, the problems would go away.