05/10/2026
If my mom was alive and saw me post this picture of her in the hospital, she probably would have been upset with me. But that photo perfectly captures who she was. That’s her doing her income taxes in the middle of a terminal cancer diagnosis. Yup, that was her to a T.
She was a proud, strong, intelligent, tough, independent European woman who survived war, communism, and moving to a country where she didn’t speak the language and had to start from nothing. She cared deeply about manners, always dressed properly, kept everything organized, took care of her things, and approached life in a practical, no nonsense way.
As a daughter, you don’t always fully see your mother as a human being with her own fears, dreams, flaws, and story until you grow older yourself, have children, and gain perspective through life experience.
One of the greatest gifts of my life was watching her adore my four children. They became the center of her world. I miss our summers at the cottage, jumping into the lake, evenings around the bonfire, and her homemade European cooking. God, I miss her cooking. The soups, the baking, the smells in the kitchen that instantly made you feel safe and at home.
And the gifts. She showed love through gifts and made every single holiday feel special. She never forgot one.
At the end of her life, the roles reversed and we became her caregivers. I know that must have been incredibly hard for someone so proud and independent. But being there for her in the final chapter of her life, as heartbreaking as it was, was one of the greatest privileges of mine.
And I would do it a million times over again. I love you mom and am missing you this mother's day and everyday 💔
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