First friend; best friend.
The reason I am who I am.
The person who encouraged me never to follow, but always to lead.
Guide-post. Lighthouse. Anchor.
Part angel, part saint.
The best listener.
Could always see the best in me, even when I didn’t believe there was any.
Teacher of so much.
Giver of books, music, art, culture, and life.
Laughter ’til we cried.
Taught me, in part, how to be a mother with a very simple gift.
Saw my talents clearer than anyone else.
Hated it when friends disappointed, lied, and hurt me. Enraged when men did the same.
Was always in awe of my strength.
Was not afraid to lean on me and allow me to be strong when she was not.
My first audience.
Lover of sunsets, rainbows, lilacs, and cats.
Honesty, Integrity, Loyalty, Love, Friendship.
You thought I was the blessing, but I know with certainty that I was blessed to have you as my mother.
You worked two jobs, took care of your children, and never once looked back. That is immense heroism.
Small aspects of who you are and what you mean to me.
I learned from my mother, but I also taught her in kind. Our relationship was one of kindred spirits. I’m strong and fierce because she was not able to be that kind of woman, having been raised differently. She encouraged my voice because she often felt she did not have one that others would listen to. She is the reason I am a supremely confident writer.
Days like today are very hard. They are made easier when one can honor their loved one, in their own attempt to heal. Truth be told, I don’t think one can ever repair the hole inside my heart at such a devastating loss, but I’m trying.
“Serenity is yours.
When chaos looms seek the sweet
Surrender of simplicity.
Gaze above at the glassy sky,
Feel each blade of green
Beneath your feet,
Listen to the sound of faith
Like a reed flute playing
Inside your chest.
Stand in witness of
Your true nature.
Remember the compassion
Of the lover’s eyes,
The calm wisdom of
The elder’s voice.
Go within. Be at rest without.
Fall to your knees in gratitude.
You have all you need.
Turn from the riot of distraction.
Let it roll over and beyond you.
Serenity is yours.
It lives always within your reach.”
-Ching Qu Lam
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