Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the day the world lost one of the best people I’ve ever known, my mom. Missing her is something that hurts my heart daily, and so this post is for her.
My mom, Marjorie Ellen (Dulgar) Cole, was born July 7, 1953 and left this world on February 18, 2005 – twelve years ago. She was one of the funniest and most generous people that I have ever known. When I picture her, she is in the kitchen laughing and cooking, she is sitting on the front porch on a hot summer day, reading to my sister and I, she is talking on the phone, working on a cross-stitch project, or playing the piano. She was filled with so much joy, grace, talent, humor, and a fierce love for God and her family. She loved to laugh, and would always eat (or at least choose) her dessert first.
I write this post with so much fondness as I think back on a lot of beautiful memories from the first 17 years of my life – cooking, baking, summer activities like swimming and trips to the zoo, family vacations, and time at home spent as a family. At the same time, I think of the struggle that the past 12 years has been. Don’t get me wrong, there are many beautiful parts of the past 12 years, but at the same time, there were many, many struggles adjusting to my ‘new reality’.
When I started to write this post I started to hash through all of the hard moments – the phone calls, the doctors appointments, the hospital stays, and the moment when she left this world – every little harsh detail, but that isn’t what she would want us to remember, or at least to dwell on. I have spent bits of the past 12 years remembering all those little details, and I’m sure at times I will continue to, but not this weekend.
This weekend I am choosing to work on a cross stich project and make pizza roll ups and a chocolate chip pie. I 100% believe this is how she would want me to spend this day – Not with tears, not with sadness, but celebrating her life and the happy memories.
So, if you think of her this weekend, eat your dessert first. ❤