Sunday, March 16, 2014
This year will be the 20th anniversary of my mom’s death. Amazingly enough, it falls on the same day as the 2014 Boston Marathon--April 21st. Over the past 20 years, I have had many instances when I feel certain that my mom is present. Too many to count. Sometimes it is in the form of dreams. Sometimes it is a strong feeling in my stomach. Other times, it happens when I hear a particular song.
Whenever the song “Praise You” by Fat Boy Slim plays when I am running, I feel like my mom and I are giving each other high fives. The chorus goes like this: “We've come a long long way together, through the hard times and the good. I have to celebrate you baby, I have to praise you like I should.” I feel like she is saying this to me and I feel like I am saying it to her.
Living almost half of my life with out her has been quite an adventure. MANY bumps in the road. Lots of tears and heartache. But somehow, I have gotten myself to the age of 41--married, three kids, great job--so much to be grateful for. When I hear that song, I think she is saying, “Way to go, Aim!”
When I listen to that song, I also think of my mom’s life experience. She lived a full, rich life before her death at age 47. She and my Dad celebrated their 25th wedding anniversary just weeks before she died. She has 3 amazing kids who love each other dearly. She has so many people that care about her--friends who have become such important people in my life. It makes me sad to think about what she has missed out on over the past 20 years. Weddings, grandchildren, retirement. Life.
For these reasons, I want to Praise her like I should.