I have less than a week before I board a plane and head to France, the anticipation of seeing this beautiful country is about all I can stand but not for all the reasons that one would think…
In 2002, I lost my Mother at the age of 62 to ovarian cancer. The loss of my mother has not been easy for me, she was an incredible woman who had dreams, dreams that would never come to pass. She would never see three of her grandchildren, she would never open that little store she always talked about, and she would never travel to the places that she dreamed of and always talked about so fondly.
In my Mothers 62 years she had traveled to only one location outside of Canada and that was Daytona Beach. She loved that trip, she always loved the ocean so being there and walking through it was all she could ask. My Mother left us two books after she died that we knew nothing about, one was a journal of her day to day life while battling cancer and the other was reflections of her childhood, her marriage and our journey growing up. There was one section of the book that haunted me and these are her words..
These words tore through my heart like nothing else could, coming from a woman who spent her entire life giving, never taking and to have her dreams ripped from her at such a young age.
Before three years ago, Daryl and I had only been on a trip together twice in our married life…once was our Honeymoon and the other was a trip down south with friends before our first child was born. While all our other friends were going away every year to some tropical place, we stayed at home with our babies. Daryl would always ask me if I wanted to go away, but my answer would be that I did not need to go away every year but instead let’s save so we can see the world when we get older.
On our anniversary three years ago while out to dinner Daryl asked me if I was to see the world where would I want to go first…..I quickly said Europe, not only was it a dream of mine but it was Moms dream and if she couldn’t see it through her eyes she could see it through mine. He then proceeded to tell me to write down where I wanted to go and we were going to see them one by one. I quickly said no, that we couldn’t afford it and we could not leave our kids…life was just too busy.
Daryl words were the sweetest thing I ever heard, he said to me Sonya, I know we said we would do these things later in life but what are we waiting for? Dreaming is not doing, and I do not want to dream like Your Mom and then it is too late…you never know what life has in store.
We started plans on our first trip to Italy the next day. We took that trip three years ago, it was the most amazing three weeks of our life.
By the end of this week, I will be strolling around France were my Mothers heart had always been and seeing the sights she had only dreamed of but because I know she is always with me, she will be holding my hand and we will be taking a journey together. ….
Just a quick note to thank those of you who always step up to help make our dreams happen…thank you for watching over our babies and our home…we truly have great family, friends & neighbours xoxo