Siem Reap, Cambodia
I can't believe so many years have gone by since my mother passed away. Cancer may have physically taken her 10 years ago today, but not from the hearts and minds of those who loved her.
Today I find myself reflecting on how much I've grown and matured since age 17, how many milestones in life I've seen in the past decade (such as graduation from high school, college, graduate school, and travel through 40 countries), who I've let into my life and close to my heart, and how she never got to see any of these things.
Such thoughts conjure up both a sense of accomplishment and sorrow, but above all else, acceptance and satisfaction. Satisfaction with knowledge that she'd be proud of the loving relationship I have with my family, the knowledge and insights I've gained, and the young man that I've become.