Your smile could light up the room, and it did. You were kind, loving, calm and the most patient person I know. Did you know the word patient comes from the Latin word meaning suffering- able to accept or tolerate delays, problems or suffering, without becoming annoyed or anxious. I never connected the dots until now, but that was the story of you. Those that really know you, know that you suffered a lot in your life, but you did not let that define you, ever.
I know that my kids and myself were the light of your life and you were mine. You are so much more than just my mom. You were my first home, my first love, my protector, my biggest fan, and my best friend. I just pray that you knew all this before you left us. Honestly you should be sitting in a chair or porch swing beside me with a hot cup of coffee in your hand as we listen to the chirping birds and the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves while I tell you just how amazing you are. I really thought I had more time with you. I took my time with you for granted and I’m so sorry. The day you died, a part of me died too.
Now the world feels quiet and still. I can hear the birds in the bushes and the wind. Ill take loosing you as my sign from God to slow down and not be so busy. To cherish all the moments together and to make sure your memory lives on. I will never stop talking about you and I know that we are your legacy. I love you mom, always and forever.