Dealing With Death
This topic is a tough one and it weighs heavy on my heart as today marks another birthday without my mom here. Today she would be 57. In a perfect world, we would start the morning with a run, appreciating that the west fields stay much cooler than the black asphalt of 4th east and the sun would peak up over the grand Mt. Nebo and it would feel like the whole world would be waking up to celebrate the birth of Diane Bessey Jacobsen. We'd eat Emily Stephens raspberry lemon cake and sit on the back porch admiring the peas and the smell of the lavender. Mom was never one to make a huge deal about herself but it was so fun to on days like this. It might seem like a boring day in July, but to us, it was a day to celebrate the woman who always celebrates everybody else. She was a light. She was so fun. She was everybody's best friend. My purpose in this post is to not to linger on the sad fact that July 9th will no longer be spent with my mom...
