Hugs To Canada... Wednesday, November 2

Took the day off training. Well, that’s not entirely true, I did teach my boxercise class today.

I spent the good part of my day curled up on my floor mat and curled up on different parts of the floor – cuddling with Mi Nam and Pyen Chi in the kitchen, laying among the laundry in the clothes room, and sprawled out beside the computer.

Yup, today I did a lot of laying around but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t totally unproductive. I edited my fitness text I’ve been writing for some time now, caught up on some emailing, did the laundry, and cooked up lots of chicken.

On a different note, last week I got word via my father that my mom’s close friend, who had religiously visited her in the hospital, lost her husband. I only met him once, at my mother’s funeral but this past summer I had the pleasure of meeting his wife, my mother’s friend. She was quite the comforting, wonderful lady to not only my mother but also to my father and me. She loved my mother, it was obvious, and my mother loved her too. My mother had labeled this particular friend of hers her sister, telling us all that she loved her like the sister she never had.

Anyways, I’ve been meaning to write a tribute to her husband but every time I sit down to write it I get rather choked up inside. She lost her best friend (my mother) this past summer and then last week she lost the love of her life (her husband). That’s a lot of pain for one person to endure and I wish so much that I could give her a hug. She gave me a lot of hugs when I was in Canada this past summer and her homemade banana bread she made me always made me smile.
Today I finally was able to write out a short tribute. It was nothing like the beautiful tribute she gave at my mother’s funeral but it was all I could get out without crying.

It’s a terrible, terrible burden to wear, knowing that the person you love so much is no longer with you but it’s a beautifully wonderful thing to have had such an amazing person in your life to miss so much.

Every day I think of my mother. Every day I miss my mom – my Mama Bere.

My heart definitely goes out to not only my mother’s friend who has lost the love of her life but also to my father who will never be the same without his, my mother.

I am sorry I can’t be there for both of them.