tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179516101180622376.post4372180718239414296..comments2024-03-29T04:05:40.983-07:00Comments on Running for My Life: Fighting cancer one step at a time: Missing, and appreciating, my mother on her birthdayRonni Gordonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00036024135497392070noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4179516101180622376.post-38151845725220362472018-01-19T06:58:25.332-08:002018-01-19T06:58:25.332-08:00A most beautiful tribute, Ronni. You were blessed...A most beautiful tribute, Ronni. You were blessed beyond words to have the love, guidance and support of such a mother. Sending a hug of comfort; no way to make the missing her go away completely. The depth of pain is proportional to the love. When people say, "May her memory be for a blessing," I believe the onus is on us to do the work of making our memory of our loved one feel like a blessing. One way is by recognizing the depth of pain is proportional to the love. While the pain hurts, it also heals by reminding us of a love nobody can destroy. Another way is by choosing, as you did in your post, to focus on all the ways the memories help make you a better person and make your life better today. With hope, WendyWendy S. Harpham, MDhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09167276216970598762noreply@blogger.com