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It's the 7th, and I don't really have anything new to say, but I think that I've already said it better before in the eulogy I gave at the funeral. Here it is for those of you who weren't there, don't remember it, couldn't hear me, or want to hear it again:
When I sat down to put my thoughts on paper, I had a difficult time making the words fit just right, heck, I had a hard time just spelling the words. But after a while something hit me. No matter how bad this is, no matter how poorly worded and confusing this is, my mom would say, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”
That’s just one of the amazing things about her. She was always extremely optimistic. It didn’t matter how ugly something was, to her it was “unique.” It didn’t matter how gross something tasted, she’d say it was “interesting.” No matter how bleak the situation looked, she’d tell you it was going to be alright.
She was a support to everyone. She was a teacher, a mentor, a leader, a friend, and a mother. She was my mother, my mommy, and when ever things got tough, I’d always run to her. I think it’s safe to say that most of us here felt that way. My mom, Mickie, was always the one to go to when you didn’t know where else to turn. She didn’t always have the answers, she didn’t always know what to say, but she always, somehow, made it better.
Whenever I was hurt or sad, I’d turn to my mom to make things ok. She was the one I would turn to when I needed to cry, when I needed comfort. But now she’s gone, and who do I turn to? It feels like everything good that I’ve known has died along with her. Every color has become a little more dull, every flavor more bland. I know I am not the only one that feels this way. She touched everyone she met. We’ve all lost someone to cry to, someone to turn to. She was a support to so many. So now who do we turn to?
I know that nobody will ever take her place. Nobody ever could. But we shouldn’t worry about that. Instead, we should all think about what we loved about her, remember the times we had with her and how she helped us and try our best to do the same for each other. There is a huge hole inside of all of us without her, and instead of trying to find someone who can fill that in ourselves, we should do our best to fill the hole in everyone else. If we can learn anything from her, it’s that life is better when you help others. She never worried about herself if someone needed her help. She was always active, always busy. She was always living life and helping others. What a wonderful way to live.
You were so many things to so many people mom, but you’ll always be just that to me, my mom. The best I could ever wish for, and the best person I could ever hope to know. If I can be half the person you are, I’ll be happy and I know you’ll be proud. I love you, and I’ll never stop missing you. But I count myself among the many lucky ones here today. Everyone that loves you and that you loved in return is blessed. There are many that will never know you, and they are the ones that I am truly sad for. No words will ever do your memory justice to those who will never know you personally. So for their sake, I’ll be the best I can be, the way I know you’d want me to be. I’ll never stop thinking, what would you do? Goodbye mom, you’ve made this world a better place, and I’ll always love you.
When I sat down to put my thoughts on paper, I had a difficult time making the words fit just right, heck, I had a hard time just spelling the words. But after a while something hit me. No matter how bad this is, no matter how poorly worded and confusing this is, my mom would say, “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”
That’s just one of the amazing things about her. She was always extremely optimistic. It didn’t matter how ugly something was, to her it was “unique.” It didn’t matter how gross something tasted, she’d say it was “interesting.” No matter how bleak the situation looked, she’d tell you it was going to be alright.
She was a support to everyone. She was a teacher, a mentor, a leader, a friend, and a mother. She was my mother, my mommy, and when ever things got tough, I’d always run to her. I think it’s safe to say that most of us here felt that way. My mom, Mickie, was always the one to go to when you didn’t know where else to turn. She didn’t always have the answers, she didn’t always know what to say, but she always, somehow, made it better.
Whenever I was hurt or sad, I’d turn to my mom to make things ok. She was the one I would turn to when I needed to cry, when I needed comfort. But now she’s gone, and who do I turn to? It feels like everything good that I’ve known has died along with her. Every color has become a little more dull, every flavor more bland. I know I am not the only one that feels this way. She touched everyone she met. We’ve all lost someone to cry to, someone to turn to. She was a support to so many. So now who do we turn to?
I know that nobody will ever take her place. Nobody ever could. But we shouldn’t worry about that. Instead, we should all think about what we loved about her, remember the times we had with her and how she helped us and try our best to do the same for each other. There is a huge hole inside of all of us without her, and instead of trying to find someone who can fill that in ourselves, we should do our best to fill the hole in everyone else. If we can learn anything from her, it’s that life is better when you help others. She never worried about herself if someone needed her help. She was always active, always busy. She was always living life and helping others. What a wonderful way to live.
You were so many things to so many people mom, but you’ll always be just that to me, my mom. The best I could ever wish for, and the best person I could ever hope to know. If I can be half the person you are, I’ll be happy and I know you’ll be proud. I love you, and I’ll never stop missing you. But I count myself among the many lucky ones here today. Everyone that loves you and that you loved in return is blessed. There are many that will never know you, and they are the ones that I am truly sad for. No words will ever do your memory justice to those who will never know you personally. So for their sake, I’ll be the best I can be, the way I know you’d want me to be. I’ll never stop thinking, what would you do? Goodbye mom, you’ve made this world a better place, and I’ll always love you.