Some people might say my dear friend is busy dying.
But she’s not.
She’s not.
She is busy teaching.
She’s teaching us how to live. She’s teaching us about strength wrapped in gentleness, about kindness, dignity, and grace. She’s teaching us about fear—and the extraordinary courage it takes to face it. She’s teaching us that vulnerability is not weakness. She’s teaching us about autonomy, about making choices with intention, and about providing for ourselves and for the people we love.
She’s teaching us that we never stop giving to the people we love—especially as Mothers. Our children live forever in our hearts, and we live forever in theirs. Always. It is that great, bold, bright ribbon of love reaching beyond this world into the next—as quiet as a whispered prayer, as strong as a fierce embrace. Unconditional love.
She’s teaching us to be still. About patience. To listen carefully. To hear what truly matters. She’s teaching us how to let go without giving up.
She’s teaching us to notice the miraculous beauty woven into this world we share. Always the artist, she has always seen beauty everywhere—in the smallest moments and the grandest landscapes. And she graciously invites the rest of us to see and feel the wonders she sees.
She’s teaching us about our Faith—and how to Live it. She’s teaching us that gratitude can exist alongside grief.
And above all, she’s teaching us about Love. Love that is generous. Love that is fearless. Love that holds nothing back.
She’s teaching us about Life.
About truly living.
She is the very best teacher.
And she is very, very busy.