This year marks nine years since my mother passed away from stage four breast cancer. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of her and the precious memories we shared. She was one of the sweetest, kindest women you could ever meet. As a pharmacist, she dedicated herself to caring for others with compassion and grace.
She didn’t deserve the battle she faced, yet she carried herself with incredible strength, never letting us see her fear or heartbreak. To me, she was my rock, my best friend, and the woman I aspire to be—especially now that I’m a mother myself.
I wish she were here. I wish she had the chance to meet her grandchildren. But her love lives on in us, and I will continue to speak her name and share her story so that her memory shines bright for generations to come.