On Sunday, April 30, 2017, my mother Pamela, passed away unexpectedly. It’s been a difficult week for my family. It feels like the world just fell out from underneath us.

My mother arranged for everything for her end of life, from the burial to her will. All was taken care of.

What wasn’t taken care of were the goodbyes.

I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. That to me is the hardest part of all this. Not giving that final “I love you.” She knew it, every parent knows, but you like to hear it from time to time.

My mother as a toddler
My mother liked to fish with her grandmother in Florida as a teenager.
My mother in the 1970’s before I came along.
My mother watched over a birthday party in our backyard.

I’ll always have these photos. She asked for our family photos to be digitalized and parted to each family member as a Christmas present. I spent several long days and nights working on these photos. I had plans to work on a book of photos that never developed because of the time and her health.

One day, I’ll probably be able to share all the things my mother taught me. Her patience and her love are the things I’m going to continue to carry with me moving forward.

So thank you Mom for everything…

I love you.

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