July 7th will forever be remembered as the day I lost my beautiful mother to ALS. I was 17 years old.
I was working 3 hours from home in Sauble Beach, Ontario, as a cook for the summer at Captain John’s Fish & Chips.
That morning my Grandparents came to the restaurant & asked me to meet them around back. I knew something was up.
Grandpa, in his old school, tough love way, told me my mom had just passed away. No hug, no emotion, just the facts. Grandma then came over with the biggest Grandma hug in the world to comfort me.
My mom was my biggest fan. Always the loudest fan at my hockey games, and would tell all the other mom’s which kid was hers. She was so proud.
She taught me how to drive even though at that point her body was failing her, and she couldn’t even drive herself.
She told me I was her favourite, she probably told us all that, but it made me feel special.
I live every day to make her proud.
I may have only had her for 17 years, but what a blessed 17 it was. ❤️
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