When a fisherman loses her mother

As some of you may know I have some sad news.  After a year long battle with a rare form of kidney cancer, my mom, Jeanne Pickett passed away.   I was blessed with being able to be by her side, holding her hand, along with my sister, as she passed.  This was a blessing to me because I feared I would be out fishing and not have a chance to say goodbye.  Needless to say, this was a hard storm to weather.  I turned to poetry to express my emotions.  I wrote this for last week for the service.  Its called:

One Single Tear

I will miss you mom,

I always looked up to you.

You were my first role model

and always knew what to do.

You taught me to be brave

to follow my heart.

To  carry my own weight

and always do my part.

You taught my to be strong,

to do what is right

to always soldier on

and that sometimes, you have to fight.

You always were a fighter

a strong woman through and through

but there was just one battle

that was too much, even for you.

We got to hold your hand

when death came it was clear

that you weren't ready to go

when you shed that single tear.

But your struggle is over

it was hard to let you go.

You are in a better place now,

that much, I now.

So its goodbye for now 

but don't be surprised

when we meet again

east of the sunrise.

In loving memory of 

Jeanne F Pickett

Born 

November 27, 1938

Laid to rest

April 21, 2012