Presidential elections. Olympics. Leap year. World Cup Soccer.
These are things that happen every four years. In some ways, it seems like a very long time. But in the case of today, it’s hard to imagine it’s been 4 years.
4 years ago tonight, my mom passed away. It came at the end of an emotional 6 week journey from the day the doctor told her she had stage 4 lung cancer. That, after more than 10 years of living with severe Systemic scleroderma.
Not a day goes by that she doesn’t enter my thoughts. Sometimes, it’s just a fleeting thought. Maybe something I see or hear triggers a memory. Other times, it can be a full blown conversation about her. In almost every instance, I smile as I remember. Other times, there is sadness that I can’t just sit down and talk with her again.
She handled adversity with grace and dignity. She went through life with integrity. She never sought or wanted the spotlight. She was incredibly generous. To this day, most of the people she helped never knew her name, and maybe never saw her face.
Just the way she liked it.
So today, 4 years after she left us in body, she’s active in our hearts. Making me laugh and smile. But also moving us to tears with her sweet sensitivity.
It’s like she never left.