I think it is appropriate that September is National Ovarian Cancer Awareness month. September reminds me of my mom. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer in September 1995. She died in September 1998 (3 weeks after the above picture was taken at my oldest brother’s wedding).
My mom was an amazing woman. She was such a positive and happy woman. I don’t ever remember her complaining about being sick when she was going through chemotherapy. She was always joking about her bald head. She was always finding ways to help other people when she was stuck at home when her blood counts were too low to go out. She was always worried about everyone else and not herself.
I often feel jipped that I never got to have a relationship with my mom as an adult. I was only 16 (almost 17) when she died. I don’t think I ever knew how great she was until she wasn’t there everyday to ask how my day at school was or to help me come up with ways to ask boys to dances. Those were just little things. Now I can’t even imagine how it would feel to be able to just take Lincoln to her house in the middle of the day just to visit Grandma Denise. Or to be able to call her when I’m having a bad day and have her tell me everything will be okay and that I can handle it. I wish Lincoln could know her and feel the love that she had for little kids. Oh, how she would love him (and all her other grandkids). I’m grateful that Dan at least got to meet her once or twice, but I wish he could know more how great she was.
I’m grateful I had such a wonderful mom for the 16 years I had her. I am who I am today because of her and because of losing her. Love and miss you, Mom!
She was such a beautiful and amazing woman! I have no doubt that she is so proud of you and is helping you from heaven as much as is possible.
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