This weekend marks six years since my mother-in-law, Marilyn, passed away. It's also just over 6 years since my husband and I met. This means that I never met my mother-in-law.
I try not to use the word regret. It isn't a concept I find very helpful. Not meeting this warm, loving person is one of the few times it rings true.
Over the course of the last six years, my husband and his family have done such an amazing job sharing their memories that I sometimes find it hard to believe. Their love for her and her love for them shines through so strongly in the everyday and on the big days, like our wedding.
My brother-in-law shared a photo of his Mom's meatballs this evening. I think many of her family members made these this week (including us). With the post, he included that he'd never really thought about the term undying love before, but today, eating those meatballs, he got it.
It's strange to feel so much love for and gratefulness to someone you've never met. I get what my brother-in-law meant, because I feel it too. Her love and other's love for her has become another person/force that moves with us throughout our lives, including members of the family like me that came after she left us.
Today we're all honouring her in different ways. We're feeling that undying love. Here's a song that she loved and my husband used as part of his tribute to her at our wedding. It's reminding me to carry things a little lighter and always to find time to laugh.
Being a Force for Good 