Wow! I realized today it's been 8+ months since I wrote, and that blog post was four days before my world as I knew it changed and I would lose one of the most important people in my life. This year has been monumental for us all for sure, but for me personally, a little more I feel. You see my best friend, outside of my husband, my Mom, passed away in March. It was just a few days after my last blog post. My sister and I feel that God took her home just before the crazy world of 2020 exploded in to what we are all living now. We had just lost my second-dad, my step dad, about a year and a half prior to losing my mom, and she was never really quite the same without her soul mate.
"This Covid Thing," as we called it, would have scared her more than it already did. She would be disappointed that people have made it what it is, and that even as small as a sickness could divide a country of how it should be dealt with over this year. She would want us to wash our hands, often. She was the Queen of Hand Sanitizer, and would still be telling us to use it every time we got in the car, "before we touched anything," and any other time she thought of it. That was often. She would want us all to go on about our lives, and just have some common sense and wash our hands. She would hate the masks, especially with COPD and Asthma. She would want us to stay home if we did not feel our best. She would be concerned for her many grand-children. She would still tell us we are all her babies. She would still trying to be figuring out "why" our oldest son Tyler just now, in the past four plus years, has a medical condition he can choke from. She liked to get to the root cause of something and would not let if go until that was done. That is definitely where I get my "root cause" mentality from.
My mom would be praying fervently, as she has always did, for the nation and her family. She would wish that everyone would just think of everyone and be kind. She would get on to them if they were acting up, but tell them she loved them anyway. She would tell us all, "we know better." She would wonder what the futures holds, just as we all do right now. She would remind us to trust God.
She would have reminded us 999 times about the time change this past weekend to make sure we didn't forget. Ironically enough, my sister Jessica told me this past Sunday morning that neither she nor her husband remembered Daylight Savings ended and the time changed. She said she didn't have mom to tell her, "every 20 minutes." We were both laughing and sad at the same time on that one. I realized then there are certain things I need to step in and do that my mom did. No, it's not be notoriously late to family gatherings with the mac n' cheese, the broccoli casserole, and the pea casserole my cousin insisted she still make. I had already taken over the mashed potatoes years ago, but that's the only she she'd let go of. She loved to make her family happy and loved they loved her cooking! But there are little things I can take on, things that extend her legacy, and bring a smile to our faces as we remember her.
So as we maneuver through this election between President Trump and former Vice-President Joe Biden to see who our next President of the United States will be, I imagine all the comments she would have said. She would be worry it wasn't who she thought it should be. She would still say we are who we are and that tomorrow, the day after the election, would still be another day. She would say that God has this in His hands, and under His control, so to keep following Him and everything will be alright. She would say this in spite of being a worry-wort-type-of-person in spite of her faith in Jesus. She would tell me she loved me and to tell everyone hi. I miss her incredibly, every single day. I also trust she is with Jesus, and no longer having to miss her soul mate.
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