My mom passed away about five weeks ago and there are already a few things that seem to be missing in life. Not just for me, but for others that knew her too.
I realized this happens the day that we held my abuelita's funeral and my aunt offered to help fill her shoes in the role she had taken on for each of her 6 children and many grandchildren, great-grandchildren and friends.
My mom's lineage ends with me, there are no successions of youth because she, in fact, was so young, but her impact, her ripples of effect are seen each day. Sometimes I see it as a privelege to take on roles she once served and sometimes it is an unbearable weight.
In the meantime, I follow the simple mantra to "Do what you can, where you are, with what you have". I've organized a 5K team to support the work and research that the National Ovarian Cancer Coalition has coordinated. I've tried to be supportive to family and friends the way my mom would. I've taken care of all the financial and legal matters that come about when someone passes. All in all, there is still this void that is longing to be filled with her passing.
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