Tuesday, May 17, 2011
It is a HUGE milestone today for me to be able to write about my first born daughter who passed on seven years ago on May 18th, 2004.
Each year since I started posting I've tried,, but just couldn't get through it. So here goes.
Have you ever known a person who was so gentle and with an aura that they felt "other worldly". My daughter always felt that way to me. I was awed by her. She was so kind hearted that she would fix food for the beggars under the bridges in Houston and take it to them. She fed ferral cats until she could catch them and help to tame them. Toward the end of her life, besides being the most amazing, loving and sensitive Mom to little Christoper, she raised butterflies. She even had new cards made that said "Butterfly gardener". She was truly "one in a million".
Outwardly she appeared so gentle, as a feather. But inwardly when the times were tough, she was made of steel. While hospitalized at MD Anderson and St. Joseph's Hospitals in Houston, she kept up with her treatments for leukemia and didn't put up with incompetence from anyone.
One of my funniest and greatest memories (now) was when she was moved to the cancer wing of St. Joseph's and upon entering the room discovered it was filthy. It even had used syringes in the case. Next thing I know, she is storming down the hall with her robe ties flapping in the breeze. Twenty-four hours before she had given birth to Christopher, naturally. Yup, she was made of stern stuff.
What a precious girl she was growing up. All the fun things - Girl Scouts, Drill Team, Class Beauty, Homecoming Queen. She was a beauty - inside and out. It NEVER went to her head.
A wit that could stop you dead in your tracks. A love for her son that swelled your heart. A kindness that was all encompassing. Yes, she is sorely missed.
Her legacy is a sensitive, kind, loving twelve year old son who is growing up and reminds me in many ways of his Mom.
She lives on forever in him. She lives on every time I see butterflies or my butterfly lilies bloom in the garden. And she lives on every time I see a rainbow.
I carry her in my heart daily. So do many others whose lives she touched. I was honored to be her Mom.