11/21/2023
Joyful, caring, selfless, intentional, strong, optimistic, fighter, thoughtful, resolute, brave, leader, talented, determined, intelligent, warm, kind, comfortable, funny, loving. These are a few of the many words I could use to describe the woman I call my mother. The woman that walked me through losing my father at 8 years old, never disregarding me because of the pain she felt for losing her husband. The woman that stuck by me when I was a rebellious and angry teenager. The woman that sat with me when I hurt and cheered with me when I succeeded. The woman that time and time again gave parts of herself to fill the holes in others. The woman that has been through more than anyone I know, yet handles it all with grace and sanguinity. The woman that now faces her greatest battle yet, still manages to find immeasurable joy and grit. Joy and grit are not two things that get along well usually, but somehow, she makes them the best of friends with every battle she faces. Cancer hits hard, but my mom hits harder. Let’s go beat some cancer cell butt mom. Love you more than you will ever know.
