Eight years ago this Christmas I repossessed the symbol of strength, grace, faith, and courage I'd designed for my mom when she commemorated her "1st Boob Birthday" (as she called it!). When she was told her battle was over she asked what I wanted of hers. I asked her if I could have the ring I'd given her the year before...but that wasn't the only thing she left me with.
Through her pain and fight I learned so much about who I am, can become, and where I came from. I learned just how truly cool my mom always was...even when I was too young to admit it. She didn't complain; she worried mostly about leaving her family, at just a few months over 50 years old. She died on Christmas Eve, totally fitting to her heart for Jesus and love for the Christmas season.
Below is a symbol of how I see her when I seek her...always young, always strong. I wear that ring on a necklace my dad gave her when I was little and it features a welded gold ribbon with a ruby in the loop, (for her July "Boob Birth-stone"), and an inscription of the day she lost part of her body, but grew in character, hope, and grace.
...miss you mom. You can help save moms, sisters, wives, and daughters.
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1 Thessalonians 4:13-18...'til then...
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