“Grief and love are conjoined, you don’t get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy.”Jandy Nelson
Ronnie Sue Roth was my mom. She was not just kind, she looked out for those she loved passionately. Knowing her meant being embraced by her magic. There was no one else quite like Ronnie Sue, and never will be again.
On September 20, 1947, she drew her first breath. This is when the magic began. I was by her side on September 4, 2020, when she drew her last. As her daughter, I look back on her life and can describe her as having lived with eloquence, pragmatism, creativity and sparkle. To know her was to know love.
My parents were married for 25 years. They fell for each other, I think from the moment they met. Their relationship was messy and imperfect, but there was never any doubt – love kept everything together. My husband and I will be married for 25 years in a few months. No doubt, my parents were a good model for us.
Family was so important to Ronnie Sue. Her grandkids brought her the greatest joy. Growing up, I saw her devotion to those she loved most, which included both her blood relatives and her “acquired” family. The people she learned from were the ones she held closest to her. Of course, just by living her life, she gave just as much as she received. Generosity was in her nature.
My beautiful mom was always up for a side by side selfie. I’m grateful for that, because now that she’s gone, I have lots of them to look at from when we were together. They remind me of her warmth, her adoration, and every good feeling she ever gave me. I look in her eyes and I am brought closer to her.
A friend shared this with me today. Every word is true. I miss Ronnie Sue with every fiber of my being, and while I still have a hole in my heart, I do my best to fill it with my loving memories, and the knowledge that she set me up with the tools to live my best life. I give because she taught me to do so. I love because she loved me.