Today, after a long fought battle with cancer my mother passed. I am beyond devastated that she is gone. She has molded and formed the person I am. She has always encouraged my creativity. I remember her pushing me as a child to read a poem I wrote at Christmas church service. It was one of the first things I remember sharing with anyone I ever wrote. Years later I went through illness and had begun keeping journals again. I remember showing them to her one night, filled with fear that the thoughts in my head woukd never translate, only to have her truly understand and encourage me to write more. This spring I wrote a rough draft of a novel, and even in her sickness, and unfocused thinking due to chemo, took the time to read it and again gave me nothing but encouragement and told me how proud she was of me. I wouldn’t have been half the person I am without her in my life thus far. So I guess it’s fitting, when today I got an email, reminding me it was 4 years ago today that I started this blog as part of a way to put my thoughts and works out into the world in a small capacity. I will never forget my mother or all the things she has taught me. Nor the unhindered encouragement she always gave eagerly.