Ode to Mom, the Reason I Walk

My parents always babbled-on about traveling through Europe after I finished college. It was my Mom's dream-de-lifetime! She envisioned seeing the grassy, verdant knolls of England, the castles of France, and the wineries of Spain, etc, etc, like a fairytale to her. Bad cosmic timing: she was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis when I was in college and was home-ridden and passed away over the course of the following decade.

Mom was my best friend and practically siamese twin, a fellow silly-goose and bon-vivant, laughing at me and with me all of the time, my wackiest audience, comedic buddy, secret-keeper, personal driver from age 0-16, motivator, animator, creative muse and best of all, Dad calm-downer! She was the crazy-glue that held our family together, that jumped on me in my bed on early school mornings and tickled me until I bucked her off. She nagged me to death. And I deserved it. She wacked me once with a wooden spoon. And I deserved it! She loved everything about life and bliss beamed from her every pore. She was a beautiful angel from the inside to out. Mom, you're still my angel. I miss you.

I know you would walk this Camino with me.....and you will.

Mom, this walk's for you!

xoxo