This week is difficult for me. I am just really missing my mom and I think I know what has triggered it. I think it’s because I’ve been watching the Olympics and over and over again, it’s been pushed in front of me, the amazing story of Joannie Rochette; the Olympic skater, whose mom passed away on Sunday. Her story is one of courage and sadness… and WOW, I can’t believe she pulled through to get the bronze. I remember that week. The one after my mom died. I didn’t have the whole world watching me try to keep it together and do my best at what I’ve worked my whole life for. But I think I almost would have appreciated the distraction. I feel sad that she has to go home and not fully celebrate her victory. She and her father have to, instead, deal with the “business” of laying a loved one to rest. It’s all too familiar. It sounds like we both had similar relationships with our mothers, calling 4 times a day…best friends.
What’s brought back sadness is Britain. He is my medal; my badge of honor and courage displayed. I always, ALWAYS knew I wanted to be a mother and I always thought that I would have my mom to help me, advise me and cherish this grandchild.. And now, Joannie and I are in the same place. We both don’t have a mom now to share this time with. It makes it so bittersweet. I just love on Britain and look into the eyes he inherited from my mom and whisper to her how I love her. I know she’s listening through him. So, in honor of my mom this week, I’ve posted the last picture that was ever taken of the both of us, on her birthday in Dec of 2005.

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