Sixty-five days ago my life changed forever and not in a good way. Sixty-five days ago my mom, my best-friend, lost her battle to stage 4 lung cancer.
She was only 62 years old and died on November 2, 2014.
My mom beat the odds. She was given 5 months to live when diagnosed on October 19, 2012. This fact was kept a secret from us. I understand why it was her wish, however if I had known that, I would have spent every weekend with her and not every second or third one over the next two years. I am not saying I disagree with her choice. It was her choice to make. I just wish I had more time to spend with her.
I miss my mom. I miss our random chats about nothing and everything under the sun. I miss her advice she would always give me on sewing and cooking. I miss her voice. Her hugs and kisses. Her huge loving heart. I miss everything about her.
On a recent trip to Cancun, the Mr. and I were blessed with watching this gorgeous sunset each night. I do believe however, that he was getting fed up with my relentless drive for the perfect shot. He would sit patiently on the bench drinking Corona’s beside me while I stood, kneeled, twisted and bent every way imaginable trying to get the perfect shot on my little Olympus E-PM1 camera. He is a wonderful supportive man who puts up with my occasional bouts of insanity while trying new things.
I am still a beginner when it comes to photograpy, but this is my favourite photo I took of the couple hundred sunsets that week.
We had a visitor in our garden this evening. He would flutter from flower to flower, spread his wings then zip around the car just to go to flower after flower again. Makes me wonder how I could turn it’s beauty into a design on a quilt. Definately something to give some serious thought to.