What I Wish She Knew



Many know what it’s like to lose a mother.  


When she’s gone, it feels as if a piece of us is missing—the piece that brought us into the world.

And so, we look for ways to hold on to all that we shared with her.

Mom was courageous and bold. Two things I am not.


She was artistic and extroverted. Two more things I am not.


But we shared one thing deeply: a love for nature, especially the forest and the beach.

Maybe that’s why I came to live in the place where Mom had lived in the woods.


When she passed on, her little log cabin stood empty, weathered, and decaying. 

Somehow, I convinced my family to leave our beautiful, spacious home and move into that small cabin in the woods.

We filled it with our love and repaired it with our own hands.


But the best part will never be the cabin, but the forest around it and the beach far below.


I wish Mom knew we are here, enjoying this place for her.

I wish she could see her great-granddaughter running through the same forest she loved.

For all who know the ache of losing someone close to your heart—carry on their dream.

And perhaps, one day, the next generation will carry it too. 


Morley McCall April 10, 1934-August 9, 1991

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