Rachel’s Mom

The world didn’t know her.

I never met her.

But I wanted to.  I think many of us have a short list of people we would love to meet.  Mine isn’t made up of unreachable or statused  people.  My list is made up of people who’s stories, lives, touch me.

I’m intrigued and curious about people and the lives they live.  The little things that make us uniquely us.  Keep us different but at the same time interesting to one another.

I see people at work, at the grocery store, on the bike trail.  I see them and something pulls my attention and curiosities.  And I want to know more.  I don’t know how many “common” people I’ve met who I thought “I’d watch a movie about their life.  And so would others.”

Here, on this format I’ve been given the gift of learning about and discovering people and their stories.  It’s what hooked me.  I write because it’s my passion.  I read as my breath.  People’s stories, people, intrigue me.

So my short list really isn’t that short. And it’s full of writers. Creators. World wide.

One lady I’ll never get to meet was at the top of my list.  I loved her written voice.  I loved her nods and her Irish lilt.   She was taken before all of her words were used up.

The world may not know her.  But my world was touched by her existence. And as I learned today is her birthday, my thoughts were flooded with images of her.  The way I knew her.

And I’m glad to have known her.  I miss her and the impact she had on my world.

I think she would be very happy to know she is missed. That she had an impact on others.  But mostly, I think she would like to be remembered as Rachel’s mom.

Happy birthday Irish Katie.

I miss you.

Rachel's Mom

21 thoughts on “Rachel’s Mom

  1. beautiful tribute to this beautiful lady and her beautiful daughter. i would have loved to have met katie myself, she was always so positive and sweet. nod, nod to you, irish katie.


  2. This was very beautiful and I love how she was able to touch your life in the way she did. Blogging has taught me that we don’t have to meet one another face to face in order to develop a bond and friendship. That just come naturally.


  3. How really precious, Colleen. I have a similar feeling about getting to know people through their stories, and the connections made through this blogging experience still intrigues me. I remember when you first wrote about Irish Kate, and it says a lot about you and about her that she is remembered today. xx


  4. Beautiful tribute. I loved her Irish lilt as well. I wish I could have met her in person too.
    I had not known it was her birthday either. Thank you for sharing this. She is missed, still and deeply. Yet, I am sure she is smirkling with us from time to time. 🙂


  5. Oh how I miss our Katie. The chocolate discussions and the nods, yes the nods. I miss how she talked about Rachel – so much joy in her voice, I miss her love of spreadsheets and our endless talks about Downton Abbey. I just miss Katie. I wish you were still with us my Irish friend.

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