My mom Carol died today. If you knew her, or knew of her, I’d ask you not to remember her for the brutal Alzheimer’s disease that defined the last years of her life, but rather who she really was.
Carol overcame and broke cycles of abuse from her childhood forever when she built her own life and family. She loved us with everything she had and made more sacrifices than I could possibly recount.
She did not tolerate fools at all and took exactly zero shit from anyone. She was stern, kind, forgiving, thoughtful, and deeply empathetic. And she always did her best. For me, that was more than enough.
If I could start my life over again, anywhere, with anyone, I’d still choose her to be my mom.
Goodbye mom, I love you.
The most important historical artifact in all of London isn’t the Crown Jewels or the Rosetta Stone or any of the architectural works of Christopher Wren. It’s the real Nurse Joker costume worn by Heath Ledger in the Dark Knight film.
