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Because someone out there still has hope.
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Momma smiled through everything. No matter how difficult her life, situation or gut instinct was… she always smiled. The above photo was taken as she was being wheeled in to remove 9 brain tumors after having this metal “crown” drilled into her head. She still asked to be photographed so I could see that she was smiling. She taught me that. How to smile that is. She taught me to smile no matter what.
For years as a child, I wanted so badly to look like her, to act like her, to be like her. I practiced smiling in the mirror with a picture of her in the reflection just so that I knew how to hold my lips in a smile that matched hers. I practiced this! I don’t think I truly ever really got it right… but as I look back, I’m pretty close.
Smiling like her though is not the difficult part. The difficult part is smiling like her when it’s just plain difficult.
I’m not sure I can hold her smile on my face this week.
It’s the first Easter without her.
*For those of you that just started following my blog, she passed away on Easter Sunday
It has always been a family tradition to spend Easter Sunday at her house hunting for “cascarones” (aka Easter eggs). We didn’t do it last year – clearly because of her passing. This year, dad and I don’t quite know how to celebrate it. My youngest boy is still young enough to enjoy the tradition of hunting for Easter eggs. My oldest boy is loving enough to put aside his “coolness” and play along for his little brother. I doubt I will see my nephews (the sons of my baby brother who’s anniversary of his death is also this coming week) anytime soon.
I am a bit down. When people tell you that they admire how strong, courageous and brave you are… is it wrong to tell them that they’re wrong?
I wish i could smile like her now.
I wish she was here to smile for me.
I wish I could be teased by Donny one more time. I wish I could hear his laugh. That thundering belly laugh that filled the room with joy. I wish I could get that surprise phone call and hear “boogie woogie woogie” from the other end.
I wish… I wish…
I wish I knew what to do this Easter to make me smile, to keep a tradition, to go on with life, to make happy memories with my children, to ensure they treasure memories as well as I do.
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God Bless Erica, her family and friends. She will forever be in my heart.
I’m too emotional to write much more.
I’m halfway through my fundraising goal. A $200 donation will tattoo your company logo on my tri suit. I did this for my running jersey when I ran the San Diego Rock & Roll Marathon but I sold names on my back for $20 each for those who have been hurt by cancer. It was pretty successful. While I’m not the most petite triathlete on the course, I know my trisuit won’t have as much space on it as my running jersey. So I hope that I’ll be at least half as successful as I was then.
Ya gotta click the link to donate and make sure you send me your logo and any other information I need on the notes part of the donation page. Please help.
If only I could photoshop my way through this challenge. Still can’t believe this is really me!!! I look mean!!! If I were cancer… I’d be afraid. I’d be very afraid. I’m on a mission to destroy it! But gotta wonder, can I still do it with my dimples on?
The loss of Dezma today hit me harder than expected. I know I’m not supposed to ask “Why her?”
But seriously God, why her?
My heart is shattered. I really wanted her to be one of the ones who could help the world beat this. It’s not fair. It’s just not fair.
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