by Karen Elizabeth Rigley
For those of you who still have your mother – cherish her, appreciate her and enjoy her. Some things are too close to your heart to write about. That’s how I feel about my mom. Even though it’s been over a decade since her passing, it’s still so hard. I miss her every day. Sometimes it a tiny thing – ice skating on TV, a snapshot of her or a sudden memory of her soft voice and warm hugs.
Such an amazing woman, she possessed unbelievable inner strength throughout all her earthly struggles. Yet, she shimmered with a sweet compassionate spirit, never hurting another soul. She taught by example. She always put others first. No matter her personal hardships, her concern was the well-being of others. She believed in us, expecting the best of all, yet offering forgiveness when we faltered. Never judging or preaching. She lived by an unshakable quiet faith.
Oh, how I admired her. It tears my heart that I sometimes disappointed her. She endured so much, weathering storms of life that would shipwreck most. Yet, even during her darkest times, she’d reach out during the depths to care for others and make sure they were okay. They say that good deeds we do in life stockpile rewards in heaven. Mom earned a lifetime of them just by being herself.
Even toward the end, after a valiant seventeen-year battle with Parkinson’s Disease, Mom hung on as long as humanly possible despite her agony, knowing we still needed her. How I still miss her!
I’m forever grateful for the wisdom she taught me. She lived the Three Cs: Courage, caring and compassion. She knew the secret of life is how we treat others. There’s no one I admire more and it stirs my heart each time I see Mom’s kind, loving spirit living on in my daughter.
Even as she sleeps
She awakens aching,
Kind, arthritic hands
Constant battle of
mind with limbs
by Karen E. Rigley
Agatha Christie once said if she hadn’t experienced so much success with her mysteries, she would’ve written romance. If you think about it, most of her mysteries wove romance into the story somewhere.
As we bid farewell to February, love lingers with gossamer stubbornness in my writing and in my thoughts.
There’s so much more to celebrating love and romance than roses, cards and candy.
Appreciation: We need to appreciate each other and focus on the good things, not dwell on negatives. Call it positive reenforcement.
Communication: In real life or in fiction, simply communicating with one another smooths out conflict. That doesn’t mean just talking – it means listening. To truly listen is a secret key.
Caring: Show you care by doing something nice each day. Be sweet and wash the dishes when it’s not your turn. Or call just to say hello. Remember that an impulsive hug, kiss or a whispered “I love you” boomerangs back to you.
May love flow for you each day throughout the year.
Making someone love you
is no more possible
than capturing a moonbeam
Impossible to trap
love cannot be forced
allow love to flow to you
surrounding you with magic
by Karen Elizabeth Rigley
About 3 AM Sunday morning, I took a tumble down the stairs. Not that I’m terribly graceful at the best of times, but this happens to be an extraordinarily bad time to be a klutz. It’s just about ten days to Christmas.
Don’t have my shopping done. Nor baking. Forget wrapping. Thank goodness I had just finished my tree and decorations, including hauling all the boxes down to the basement, then stashed away – mere hours before my mishap.
Already missed my little Lexi’s first-ever Christmas concert. That was harder on me than the fall. Fortunately, she has one more and I am determined to see that. A party scheduled at my house has been moved. Parties, concerts, shopping, suddenly transform to huge challenges.
Even trying to clean the house or carry something from one room to another turns into an obstacle. Or up and down the stairs. It’s hard enough to get me up and down those stairs.
Yet, with my broken ankle came a tumble of blessings. My family, friends and neighbors are rallying around me and I’m so touched and grateful. I couldn’t begin to list all the wonderful thoughtful things they’ve done or prayers and get well wishes they offer.
Yes, breaking my ankle is a bummer, but I am so lucky and blessed and feel very loved. Thank you all for everything. You have made this Christmas special.
May the peace and joy of the holiday season light your heart all year.