Final goodbyes?
“It’s not really goodbye. Goodbye is final, she isn’t really gone.”
No, she’s not really gone. A think of a dear friend who said my awesome clearly came from Mom. That’s great to be noticed.
It wasn’t exactly what I wanted, but it worked out to be exactly what we all wanted. Her closest family, the ones who have known her all her life - or all of ours. She wanted it to be a happy time, but she would have never denied us our tears or expressing our feelings. She knew what was needed, she knew what was right and she made sure that everyone did okay. I know she was happy to have her family together, her grandkids together having a good time with each other.
Today, the stupid shit doesn’t matter. Today the only thing that’s important is that we remember and continue to try to be better people.
So, if you ever wanted to know my Mom, please go up the Sheep River into Kananaskis. Take a picnic - if you really want to do it right it’ll be some cucumber, tomatoes, some nuts or maybe some tortillas with some of that round, white cheese she loved. Sit in the trees, go for a walk, enjoy a summer’s day with friends or family. Love the natural beauty, love the people around you, love the mountains and the land.
Love you, Mom. That’s forever.