Armeen Irani
My moms story
This past week, memories have come flooding into my mind. Things not thought about in ages. Trying to put everything back together again so I don’t forget anything. One of my first memories was her telling me the story of my birth. My mom, all of her 5 foot 100 lb frame battled torrential rain on third world roads to get to the hospital with my father during a typhoon. And all that in a rickshaw. And then as if that wasn’t enough, she gave birth to a 12 lb baby girl. Mother Nature was no match for my mother, that night.
In similar fashion, all my life I saw my mother weather many storms. Some even seemed to be getting the best of her at times. If you asked her, she’d say her secret to always coming out on top was her relentless faith in God and her commitment to her family. If anything defined her it was that. Faith and family.
Even as I held her last Sunday. Knowing it was the last time that I would get to hold my mom, I knew that Mother Nature had once again met her match. My mom refused to let her physical body decide how she was going to leave this world. I know God rewarded her faithfulness by giving her the final say. I know he rewarded her love for her family by allowing her passing to be as peaceful as could be hoped for. Always doing what was best for us with her faith in God at the center of it all.
My mother was a story teller. And her stories will forever be woven into the fabric of our family.
