I know we talk a lot, but I wanted to take some time to lay out everything that’s happened since the beginning of March. It’s been such a busy, heartbreaking, extraordinary time.
Most mornings I wake up and forget that you’re not here.
Sometimes you’ll have visited me in my dreams – your way of stopping by and saying hello. I get glimpses of your life in New York or you’ll tell me about the old classmates of yours that you’ve decided to haunt.
I see your smile and hear your laugh and I when I touch you, it’s real.
Momma, I feel like I could pull you back into life.
Your magic, it burns brightly, everywhere.
You died on Thursday, March 8th. International Women’s Day.
I was holding your hand while Suzan Maclean held the other. I think that she, like me, doesn’t really believe in a world without you.
The day I flew back home, I took a lot of your clothes. I took your light blue jean jacket and your tight black pants. That striped heart sweater that you bought in Brooklyn and your gray crop-top turtleneck.
A few of your sweaters still smell like you. Sometimes I hold them and breathe deeply.
Because I wear your clothes every day, all of my friends are obsessed with your style.
Many of them also have your postcard pinned up in their offices. They tell me that you inspire them to take risks, to wear colour, to try something new.
Hearing this and writing this makes me cry.
In April I joined a gym to learn how to get strong. You would have laughed because when I went in for my assessment, I couldn’t even do one squat. But working slowly and intentionally with my trainer Jules I have developed a new-found respect and appreciation for my body.
And I am getting strong.
Last week I deadlifted ninety kilograms. That’s one hundred and ninety-eight pounds! I know you’re probably thinking, “I just got her to stop running marathons through the mountains, and now she’s doing this?”
But you know that it’s your spirit that drives me.
Thanks for that Momma.
I am sorry to say that I’m still not doing yoga but I do keep your beautiful bag in my office so that I see it every day. When I do start a regular practice, you will, of course, be the first to know.
I’ve started seeing a wonderful grief counsellor who has helped and continues to help me so much. I was seeing her every week and now go about once a month. I also have an amazing “grief community” here in New West, made up beautiful, strong and inspiring women.
You would love every one of them.
They are often who I call when I’m can’t drive because I’m crying too hard, or when I’m paralyzed by grief in some grocery breakfast aisle, or when just the thought of living in this world without you is too overwhelming for words.
Their love helps me.
So does that of my friends. And of Kate and Jessi. Marc.
They all hold me close when all of my pieces are breaking apart.
I cry almost every day.
I hope this doesn’t make you sad. Because I know that the only reason it hurts this much is because of the depth and the beauty of our love.
I think a lot about this when I run. There is a tree down at the river boardwalk here in New Westminster that I call “The Momma Tree”. It reminds me so much of you because of its vibrant colours and delicate leaves. Every time I run by it, I whisper a hello to you and high-five your branches.
Your magic, it burns brightly, everywhere.
This November I ran the Fall Classic 10k and placed ninth. It was one of the harder races I’ve run because I had just had gum surgery two weeks prior and couldn’t exercise at all in the lead up, because it might disturb my graft and slow my recovery.
Not to point fingers, but this gum recession is definitely genetic and it’s definitely from your side of the family.
At first I was so disappointed and I cried at the finish line. I’ve been chasing the elusive sub-40 time for so long and I felt so tired of trying and failing. But Marc held me and helped me.
I know you’ve always loved how delicate he is with me.
Here are some other things that have happened this year, so much with our strength and love:
- In May, I attended my first New Westminster Community and Social Issues Council Committee meeting. That same month I also started working on my first municipal political campaign, helping my incredible friend Nadine Nakagawa get elected to city council.
- In June, I presented at Pecha Kucha and spoke about you and grief and love and compassion. Marc and I celebrated our ten year wedding anniversary.
- In July, I filmed my favourite story of the year at the Sharing Farm in Richmond. In total this year, I wrote over 70 stories for United Way and shot 15 videos.
- In August, we welcomed beautiful Loic Stewart to the world, and I have loved every moment of being his aunty. I pour love into him. Just like you did with us.
- In September, I joined the New Westminster Hospice Society’s board of directors. I was the first woman up Grouse Mountain for United Way’s Tech Grind, even though I couldn’t officially compete. (Yes Momma, I am that competitive.) I hosted a fun night of improv with a local feminist collective, MCed a wedding with twelve hours notice and managed to take another selfie with my mayor and council after presenting about United Way Day.
- In October, I moderated the New Westminster Chamber of Commerce’s All Candidates Debate which was exhilarating and if there is just one thing I wish I could have had you there for, this was it. I started my Compassionate City Crew training with New West Hospice and hosted a very fun Halloween dinner party. You would have loved Marc’s and my costume – I was a lawyer and he was the devil, so we were The Devil’s Advocate.
- In November, I took a stand against racism in my city, attended the annual civic dinner, completed my hospice training, moderated a panel on brand building and philanthropy, shared a story at The Flame about my absurd decision to get eyelash extensions and hiked around Whistler with Marc for our anniversary.
- This month there are story performances and holiday get-togethers and both Kate and Jessi are making your gingerbread and I can’t stop crying whenever I sing along to the Barra MacNeils’ Christmas albums.
Just know that I think about you every day. I miss you every day. I see you in a soft rose gold sunset. In the wind that blows the hair from my face. In my dark roots that always grow in no matter how often I dye my hair blond.
You’re the blood in my veins, the green in my eyes. My smile. My laugh. My long legs and cold hands.
Momma, I carry you close.
And I will never stop missing you.
I wrote you this letter even though I know you know all of this.
Because you’re in the sky.
Mommm. Momma. Momma.
You and your magic are everywhere.
4 thoughts on “Dear Momma: Here’s what happened in 2018”
This brought me to flowing tears (as I feared it might when I started reading), and this miraculous, magical woman wasn’t even related to me.
Your Greemo is holding you close.
Shall we meet over the holidays for a mug of cocoa? xxx
The life you are living radiates greatness. Something i know your mother taught you a lot of. I never knew her but i know she would be so proud of you.
Sending you lots of love and cyber hugs ❤️
I would love to take you to a yoga class❤️
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