Sunday, February 13, 2011
This one is for my mom
My mother's cross is my most treasured item. When she was alive, my mother never took this necklace off. To me it reminds me of everything that I loved about her. She had a hard life and I often felt like God just wouldn't give her a break, yet she always wore this cross.
My mom, Cassie was born in 1949. Her brother and sister both had severe mental retardation requiring 24 hour in home care and as the oldest, and only healthy child she was often ignored. She also suffered physical abuse and I think the happiest day of her life was the day she married my father and escaped the house (not home) that she grew up in.
Unfortunately for most of her adult life my mom was very ill. She had severe bipolar disease, complicated by OCD (obsessive compulsive disorder) which made it nearly impossible for her to live the life she may have wanted. Her family was very important, as was fitness but other than to take long walks (often 5-7 miles a day) she rarely left the house. In her mid 40s she suffered her first stroke and her ability stay fit was markedly decreased. Over the next several years she had several more small strokes and was no longer herself. I was heartbroken, yet relieved for her when she died of unexpected cardiac arrhythmia in 2005. She was only 55 years old.
My father gave me her cross, which I treasure more than anything else. It sits in the top of my jewelry box in the place of honor and I only wear it for special occasions or when I want to feel close to her. Last year, I wore it in every race I ran in and it gave me an incredible sense of peace, and the feeling that somewhere my mom was looking down at me, proud of the woman I am becoming.
Love you Mom