A Tribute To My Mom

How terrible! I start a blog, post a couple times, and then STOP. I wish I could say that I was busy with my lawyers and accountants because I was one of the lucky three that split the $640 million dollar jackpot. But that would be a lie. It seems I had a momentary lapse of creativity. This past weekend would have been my mom’s 76th birthday. I say would have been because she passed away at 57-years-old. Although it has been 19 years of birthdays without her, it is still hard. Shortly after her passing, a friend of hers told me, “You will always miss her, but the pain will become less acute with time.” That is true. I do still miss her terribly, but I am able to talk about her without becoming a blubbering idiot. So since I can, for the most part, talk about her without crying, let’s see if I can type without tears. I would like to introduce you to a wonderful woman I was lucky enough to call mom.

My mom, Dorothy, was the type of mom/woman that made it easy to miss. She was someone people were proud to call their friend. She was a beautiful woman, both inside and out, although she would not be quick to agree. She had lines, not big ones, around her eyes and mouth and she hated them. I, however, loved those lines. They were the type caused by smiling and laughing, which she was quick to do. In fact, we were almost kicked out of a Chinese restaurant for disturbing the other diners with our laughter. And we weren’t even drinking!

She had a kindness that you immediately saw in her beautiful, blue eyes. She was generous, to a fault, and had a difficult time using the word no. She loved being a wife, mother, and friend. And she excelled at all three. She grew up in a small town in Michigan and she never lost that small-town innocence. She could see the best in the worst.

I know I got my love of reading from her and it was the influence she had in my life that made me go after my dream of writing a book. Murder In The Gem State, is not the type of book my mother liked to read. Although, if she were here, she would happily read it because I wrote it. That was who she was. In fact, the mother of the detective in the book, for the most part, was based on my mom. So to have achieved my dream of writing a book, and her not be here to see it happening, is somewhat bittersweet. And I think that is what caused the “block”.

But I am back and writing…because of her. When I started on this journey, I had no plans of being a “one-hit-wonder” Even though she is not with me, physically, she is still with me. And if she were here, she would be cheering me on all the way. She would be calling me daily to see how it was going and giving me words of encouragement to help me through. Whatever it took to help bring to fruition my dream of having several published novels on bookstore shelves.

Although I miss her everyday and I would give anything to have her here, I am so grateful. Grateful that I was blessed to have been able to call her my mom and best friend. But also grateful to be able to say I knew such a wonderful woman.

I hope all of you have also been blessed!