Remembering Mom at Christmas

“How can I possibly say goodbye to the person who was the first to hold me? The first to feed me and the first to make me feel loved? From a distance I watch you move about doing the mundane tasks that to everyone else seem so routine, but for me. The tasks you lovingly completed year after year built and reinforced the structure that made my world a safe and comfortable place to grow. All that I am and all that I can be is traced back to is you. Whatever accomplishments I have made along the way would not have occurred without first believing in myself. And you, you were the person who always believed in me. Now, with a family of my own, I am amazed at the number of times that I hear your words come from my mouth. This phenomenon was, at first, most irritating. But now it warms me as I’ve come to understand that there’s a part of you which will live on in me forever. When time parts us, I pray that you will reach across from the other side to again touch my face and whisper in my ear. For your warm and gentle presence in my life - for this I will always be most thankful. Yes mother, you inspire me.”
Michael Murphy
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