Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Taking a Break

Some of you already know that my mom was sick for a long time. In July, 2010, she was diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer. On Father's Day, she passed away. She was 67 years old.

I'm going to be taking a break from this blog for a while. Right now, I just don't have the energy to deal with it. I don't know when I will be back, but I will be back eventually.

For now, I'd like to share one of my most favorite memories of my mother - she was my mom, my best friend, and awesome grandmother and a kickass lady and I can't even begin to express how much I'll miss her, or how great a void her death leaves in all of our lives...

One Saturday morning, a few years ago, my mom just showed up at my house and decided I needed a day off. We left the kids with Tom and spent the day touring wineries in Hunterdon County. We tried a LOT of wine. Some was good. Some was not. We argued over who paid for what bottle of wine at each place. She usually won, but I managed to buy at least one bottle for her. When we got home, I realized Tom had gone out and I didn't have my keys. so I spent the rest of that afternoon at her house (actually right around the corner from where we live,) drinking tea and talking about everything. That is one of my favorite memories. 

I love you, Mom. I miss you. You fought long and hard and you will always be missed.

Diane C. Holk

April 27, 1946 - June 16, 2013


Maria Zannini said...

I'm so sorry, Kim. Take all the time you need. I'm glad you got to spend some time together. It's a good memory.

Cordelia Dinsmore said...

I didn't know your mom, Kim, so thanks for sharing that special memory. I hope your pain and feeling of loss lessens every day. hcia

Kim said...

Thank you - it's been a rough few weeks It's easier in the beginning, when the shock makes you numb. Now, it's a little less numb and hurts a lot more.

BobbyG said...

I'm very sorry for your loss. 67? That is too young. Got notified of this today.

I am 67 and from Hillsborough (SHS 1964). Trying to remember whether I knew your Mom.


Bobby Gladd