Mom

For my family and I, today isn’t just any old Saturday, a few weeks before Christmas.  Today marks the 20th Anniversary of Mom’s death.  I would have never believed that 20 years could pass so quickly, especially when some days it felt like the sun would never rise – but it always did, and it always rose the next day too, and with that, there were new memories to make and new paths to follow.

I will spend today not mourning the loss of such a wonderful lady, but cherishing the memories and time we spent together in the brief 24 years we had.  I will bake Christmas cookies and brownies, make ‘Food for the Gods’ and ‘Nuts and Bolts’, and do all the things today that we would have done together on a Saturday just a few weeks before Christmas back when she was alive.  The Christmas music will be blasting, and I will be singing at the top of my lungs.

My Father will be annoyed and tell me numerous times to ‘shut-up’ (while he laughs of course) and thus, everything will be as it should be.  Then tonight, as I sip on a glass of wine and maybe watch the Sound of Music, I will have my moment of quiet reflection by the lights of her ‘Little Tree’.  I will cry, probably a lot, and that’ll be okay.

It’s no secret that I’m an extremely sentimental girl, then again, so was she.  Twenty years is a long time and in so many ways, I’m still just that little kid, her youngest, the baby, and in so many ways, I hope that never changes.

Today, I celebrate you Mom – your wonderful spirit, and the wonderful gifts you gave to all of us Faber’s, and to those whose lives you touched.  I’ve tried to live a life that would make you proud, and I’ve tried to carry on your legacy to all your Grandkids, especially those you never had the opportunity to meet.

Love you to pieces and miss you more every minute.  And I promise I’ll do my best not to ‘drown the miller’ when I’m making the icing… xoxoxo