By Robyn Lynn Martin
Eleven years ago, on Mother’s Day my mother watched me graduate from College. What was supposed to be one of a daughter’s moments to show there love to their mother, she allowed me to take that moment from her and celebrate my moment. So in the mountains of Vermont, with the sun shining so beautifully down on the Everett mansion, I received my Bachelor’s Degree.
Four years of hard work had paid off. The joy of receiving my degree was the end of what was a crowning achievement in my world. She allowed me to soak in every moment of it. With all of my family there, my mother, father, brother, sisters, and aunt and uncle, we celebrated at the steak house and the journey of the real world began.
No one knew that would be her last mother’s day as a family. Three short weeks later she passed away unexpectedly. It just goes to show you that one small act can change your whole outlook on something.
I never thought that this one single memory would change the way I viewed my whole life. She was always doing things like this. She would put everyone before herself. Her friends, those she knew, her students she drove on the school bus, but most of all her family. That is why we were all so kind. We all have our issues like all families do, but we are all very kind hearted and would give the shirts off our back for one another and love our family.
So although my mother is not here with us today, she is with us in spirit and I want to take this time to say thank you. Thank you, mom, for raising me to be respectful and for allowing me to have your last mother’s day to have my moment when you didn’t have to.
I would have gladly shared that Mother's Day moment with you. You raised me right and I would have shared that moment with you, especially if it meant you would be here with me today.I love you more than words can ever say. I miss you more than the stars in the sky. When we meet again, I will let you have that moment because you deserve it.
Now it is eleven years later and I am reminded of your kindness through the eyes of your grandchildren. When they laugh sometimes I have to remind myself that you are really not there, and I get choked up. A little piece of you that has come back to us through them, a piece that is special, not because it is a part of you, but made more special because the little things they do reminds me of you.
So the laughter has been brought back to the houses that once had so much sorrow. The children run around and play and have normalcy, if one ever has true normalcy, has been brought back and it all started the day we were a family.
So now all these years later, through tears and laughter, I am reminded of the love I still have for my mother, and how much I still miss you. Rest in peace knowing you have taught me well.
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