December 12 is an unusual anniversary date. An unusual
anniversary because it was the 10th anniversary of the date that my mother
passed away. In many ways it seems like it was only yesterday. And in 100 more
ways it seems as though she is still here. She is still talked about and
considered. “Mom would really like that person” or “Mom would have loved
that movie”. When I say that she was a big part of our lives, I do not mean
just me. I also mean my wife, my children, my in-laws, my cousins and so many
others who knew her and loved her.
There are a lot of beliefs and theories about what happens to
us after we are gone. But there is one form of “eternal life” that we can all
agree on. The one way that we can live on after we are gone is to live in the
hearts and minds of those who knew us best. That is certainly the case with my
mother.
Was she a little bit eccentric? Crazy? You bet and that is how
and why she is so fondly remembered. We all have so many wonderful stories to
tell about her. So many that it allows any negative thoughts to fade away and
what we are left with are happy, joy filled memories. Who wouldn't want to be
remembered that way? I don't think that while she was here with us she ever
gave a thought to how she would be remembered. But her constant consideration
of those that she loved and cared about most of all were certainly her
hallmarks.
Maybe that is the answer. Perhaps if we want to be
remembered by those who we love most of all, the best way to do that is by a
constant consideration and caring for them. It certainly worked for her.
My father told me the story of having attended a funeral and
afterwards he approached the woman whose father had died and said “I am sorry
for your loss”. Her response was extraordinary. She said “I haven't lost
anything. I have just stopped gaining.”
I can only hope to be remembered as fondly as my mother and
in the same way this woman loved her father.
( After I wrote this I realize that I wrote a similar piece 2 years ago called “Lasagna in your trunk”. I hesitated to publish this and then thought that if I feel the same way, then I should publish it anyway. I hope that you agree.)
( After I wrote this I realize that I wrote a similar piece 2 years ago called “Lasagna in your trunk”. I hesitated to publish this and then thought that if I feel the same way, then I should publish it anyway. I hope that you agree.)
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