She was something special

This past week was an anniversary in our family. Not a happy one but one we pause to remember each year on June 8.

In 1995, at the all too young age of 61, my mom died from colon cancer.

In the back: Uncle Rodney, Aunt Ruby, Aunt Sharon, Uncle Kellas. This photo was taken on June 7, 1995.
I think she died of a broken heart for once my dad disappeared she spent her days waiting for his return. And with every passing day a little bit of her became lost as well. Oh I don't mean she acted lost, no she was a strong woman. She had few fears and she spoke her mind. She was the best at understanding a confidence. And she treated every grandchild as if they were her favorite. She loved flowers and she loved sunsets. I saw a beautiful sunset in Sylvan Beach Tuesday night and thought of mom when I snapped a photo of it.

On Wednesday I chose to remember her by spending the afternoon planting flowers. It was definitely a very hot day - about 95 degrees and despite being very warm I loved the opportunity to get my hands into the earth and add more color to my yard. Here are just a few of the plants. Still have 4 miniature daisies to plant-hopefully tomorrow!

Here I am with one of my all time favorite cousins. Amy. My mom's niece and a true treasure to all of us. I just had the pleasure of spending a week with her in April and it looks like I'm going to have another fantastic week with her the end of this month. Can't wait!

So how does one honor their mom? Be good to your children. Love them like each day was your last. Spend time with them-regularly. I'm lucky to have 4 adult children as well as two special daughter-in-laws and 2 precious granddaughters. We get together-regularly. My mom would have liked that. I know I do.