Last week my dad mentioned that the headstone was finally placed on my mom's grave. And while we were out running errands a few days ago, we stopped by to take a look. As much as I wish it weren't there, it is pretty and simple, which is fitting of my mom. As we stood looking at it, reading the words, examining the picture, I wanted to shout, "This is an important marker! My mom's life was important!!" Instead, I let some tears flow freely and shouted the words in my head. This is my mom. She was so special. So loved. Eveyone should be so lucky to have a mom like her.
And I think the best way to proclaim how important my mom's life was, is not just to shout it out, but live my life in a way that honors and reflects the characteristics that made her so special.