The thought of my mother pops into my head on many occasions. It will be in random moments when her memory is least expected.
In a sea of Red at a Kahuku High School football game
While playing sudoku on my phone
Looking at a Facebook picture that I uploaded several weeks ago that my father commented on saying, "No one mourns her loss more than me."
Looking at an unkempt yard
Looking at an immaculate kitchen or a spotless living room
I miss her.
I miss her everyday and it seems like I miss her more as time passes.
Things that she's taught me seems to make complete sense now. While she was here, I seemed to fight against her wisdom and logic.
She lives on in me in a way that I thought I would never appreciate. All her countless hours of tireless, patient teaching has affected me so profoundly.
These past few days, I've been fighting a cold. When I was at my worse, I instantly thought of the many times my mother bathed and nurtured me as a child. No doubt, I took her for granted while she was here on the earth. For that, I regret every moment I spent fighting against her wisdom.
And yet, it is in our disagreements that I have come to continually discover "ME".
My mother is one of my greatest teachers and I look forward to reuniting with her.... I know when I do see her again, it will be like no time at all had passed.
Please grant me the endurance to get through this lifetime relatively quickly and full of lasting memories as I journey toward my next lifetime... ever searching to meet with HER again.