Her legacy is her example of work ethic. Anyone who knew her would tell you that she was never still - always moving, always taking care of something or somebody.
Okay, I've gotten myself back under control. :-) There are two reasons I wanted to write about my mom today specifically.
One is that through her, I was introduced to romance novels as a teen, Harlequins usually. And my love for them was born. So, thank you, mom. You've created a writing and reading monster!!
Here's the other one. Her disease hit hard and fast. From May to November 1997, my life was a whirlwind of being with her daily, working, and spending what was left of me on my husband and kids to the best of my ability.
At the end of the line, I was probably the closest I've ever been to clinically depressed. But I also had a revelation. One that I'm not sure when I'd have gotten to otherwise. Staring at death and the dying process made me realize that life's going to end someday for me, too. And when it does, I wanted to have pursued my dreams. Somewhere near the top of that list was becoming a romance author. So after a few months, I took the first steps on that journey. There were many learning curves in the process (probably close to 30,000 words in the trash bin) and there was my own battle with cancer a few years ago, but now we've come full circle. Yesterday, five years to the day after my mom slipped away, I received my proof copy of my debut novel. I wish my mom was here to read it. I think she would've liked it.