I should have written this post a month and a half ago, but it’s taken me a long, long time to find the courage and the words.
On February 18, my mom, Joanne, passed away. It wasn’t completely unexpected, but it was still much too soon.
I’m never quite sure how personal to get here on the ole blog. I love sharing our adventures with the world, but when it comes to sad times and personal struggles, I try to keep those more private. I wasn’t sure I was going to post anything at all about my mom, but as I continued blogging throughout the past month and a half, I’ve started feeling like an imposter, just going on as if everything is fine and dandy.
Nick and I have done a few fun weekend trips in the last couple months that I’ve meant to share, but kept putting off until I wrote this post. I’ve been avoiding the blog more and more, so I decided it was finally time to just put it out there.
My mom was a great lady and was loved dearly by many, many people. Judging by the turnout at her services, even more than I could have imagined. She always had a smile on her face and touched many lives.
I like to think I have my mom’s cheerful outlook on life, but I also inherited many of my hobbies from her.
Did you know my mom graduated from culinary school?
And she worked with and around food for as long as I can remember. When I was in high school, she worked for a food broker and my friends always thought of her as the food lady. She’d send us off on beach weekends, ski trips and to parties with huge boxes of all the delicious foods she sold. We were always well fed!
My mom also loved to run. I guess I was destined to love it, too. While our running careers only overlapped for a little while, we did do a couple races together. But we may have done a few more together back in the day, when I was happy to be pushed along.
And maybe, just maybe, I’ve figured out where the cat lady in me came from…
Love you, Mom. Miss you more and more every day.