I think about her all the time, the one who deposited all this love and acceptance and hope in me. I think about her life what she meant to me and to so many others and I wonder. I wonder why she had such little time on this earth. I wonder what it would have been like to have her with me when I was giving birth to my own babies. I wonder how my life would have been different had she not gone home. I wonder what she would look like now. I wonder what she would think of the style of my hair. Most of all I wonder what I did to deserve her...even if it was only for 17 years. I miss you mom.
A tribute to all those still fighting...
My sweet Jennifer...although I wasn't lucky enough to know your mom in this world, I felt I knew her through you and your stories about her. Last year I tried to do the 3-day Susan G. Koman walk that's here in Dallas, but alas I couldn't get enough sponsors (you need $2000 dollars in contributions to walk!). Along with both of my grandmothers and my aunt, I was going to walk for your mom too. Maybe we should walk together next year! Perhaps between the both of us we could get enough folks to sponsor us...what an amazing experience that would be. :)
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