It's too bad you can't know my mother. She passed in 1995. Two months after Dad. She did manage, however, to plant little bits and pieces of herself in me. I am proud to carry on these qualities: undying love for my children, a certain sweet feminity that I couldn't shake off if I wanted to, the most incredible knack for saying something wrong but hilarious!
Mostly, she taught me to take people for who they are rather than who I want them to be as I simultaneously learn to live with my own flaws without holding a grudge.
Mom, you may be gone from this world but you will always be within me. I will hold you in my heart. Hold you there, forever.