Today marks one year since my mother-in-law died. In this year I have grieved alongside my husband and his family for the loss of a wonderful, Godly woman, and I have looked forward to seeing her again.
In the last few months I’d had a difficult time remember things about her. I remembered her being sick, and I remembered her suffering. But these were not things I necessarily wanted to dwell upon. My sister-in-law asked for friends to share their favorite memories of my mother-in-law, and I was challenged to look further back. I had to tredge past the memories of her in pain and going through chemo treatments and radiation treatments. I had to move past all the times we had to grieve difficult news from the doctor with her.
But when I finally moved all the way past those memories I found the mother-in-law I truly loved. I found the woman who so welcomed me into her family that she took me wedding dress shopping and helped to plan my wedding while planning her daughter’s wedding. I found the woman who would text me at 5 am because she was a notoriously early riser and I was nursing an infant. I found the woman who opened her arms to me, not just because I married her son, but because of who I was.
My mother-in-law was a unique and wonderful woman, who is dearly missed, but her legacy will not be lost. Today the girls and I wore red shoes, our “sassy shoes” in honor of their oh-so-sassy-and-yet-so-sweet grandmother. I know she was laughing in heaven as Clara proudly told everyone about her “sassy shoes!”.