Updated: Jun 27
A Treasure Found
I was going through some old emails yesterday and found this beautiful write-up that my mom did on a trip we took back in 2013. She spent one week with my grandmother, and my sister Rachel and I joined them for week two.
I was brought to tears this morning reading it. I loved my mom's spirit. Traveling with her was such a hoot. There was never a dull moment with her. Now that she's gone, I hang on to her words.
My mama taught me how to write. She loved writing and was a journalist herself. I think of her often when I write.
Thought of the day:
When you travel, maybe take some notes, or write down your experiences. You might find that you're thankful later for the little details, even on small little weekend trips. My mom wrote this up as a thank you to my grandmother for taking us on the beautiful trip. But it's a small gift to our family now.
I write as a way to document our travels; having small write-ups like this makes it fun to look back or even share itineraries with friends or family later. The world is constantly changing. A trip in 2013 will be different than in 2023 - and I love to see how things change.
Photos are a fantastic way to capture moments, but sometimes the words tie them together in a way that paints a fuller photo.
Mom's Reflection on Italy and France
May 16 - 30, 2013
Missing my mom today and always.
While I've got you here, I'll share a little story from earlier this week.
When I was at a basketball game, a woman sat next to me and started chatting with me. She pointed out an athlete below and said, "His mother just died. How absolutely awful. Can you even imagine?"
I welled up inside. I didn't tell her that my mom had also recently died. The emotions were too sharp.
It was a good reminder for me. When you meet or observe someone from the outside, remember that you can only see the tip of the iceberg. We are all connected.