OMG, may God be with you in this hour of your loss....we will miss her terribly. I am soo, soo sorry.....
From Debi's blog: (This was written as an "assignment Allie had given us"--)
<i><b>Letter to my children
This is my first time blogging, so bear with me! I am already behind in my assignments, so I'm playing catch up by "turning in" my letter to my children to be read in 20 years. I've already written several in the past with all the mushy stuff, so thought I'd do a more light-hearted version for a change. Here goes:
March 24, 2007
Dear Lauren and Scott,
When you read this letter I will be 75 years old! And Lauren, don't laugh, because you'll be 40!
When you read this, I'll be laughing because I'll think of you making statements about my grandkids like, "These kids are driving me crazy! I can't even be in the bathroom by myself!" And, "Why is it that every time I get on the phone the kids, who have wanted nothing to do with me all morning, will suddenly need me RIGHT NOW?" And, I'll smile and tell you, "I don't know. I never figured that one out when you were little and did it to me either."
I'll be relieved because by now you've probably finished therapy for all those years of imperfect mothering I gave you. Remember all those times you'd get mad at me for not letting you do/wear/or buy what all the other kids were? And you'd tell me I was ruining your life. And I'd tell you "good, it'll give you something to tell Dr. Phil or your therapist about!"
I'll be smiling as I wonder how many times over the years you've heard words fly out of your mouth that used to make you roll your eyes upward when Dad or I said them, and you'll have the dreaded thought, "Oh, no, I'm turning into my mother/father!"
I'll be in awe at how competently you've managed to figure out how to balance a job, a home, finances, and relationships. It will be hard to remember that there was ever a time when you could barely make it to school by 8, finish all your homework without a thousand prompts, keep a path clear on your bedroom floor to walk from the door to your bed, and stay interested in one boy/girl for more than a week or two!
Oh yeah, and I'll be very mellow because I will be lying in a lounge chair watching the ocean waves roll onto the shore from that ocean side home you've both always promised you were going to buy me when you grew up!
I know I've told you this a million times before, but never forget that you have been the delight of my life. We've had the greatest times together, haven't we? And, I couldn't close without telling you one more time that, even though I adore you and am filled with pride, the biggest wish I have for you is that when you're standing in front of a mirror and you look your reflection in the eyes, you are proud of the person staring back.
With love beyond measure,
Mom </b></i>
