I’ve been looking at some old pictures and found this one of my Mom, which is so timely – she’s carrying an Olympic Torch!
I had completely forgotten that at some point, an Olympic torch came through Bolivar Peninsula and that Mom was one of the people who got to “carry” it (it was probably more like holding it for a photo op). What I do remember is how excited she was. I’m not sure if it was the regular Olympics or the Special Olympics, and I’m also not sure what year it was, although it’s most likely either 1980 or 1984. When you zoom in, the torch looks just like the one at the Smithsonian from the 1984 Olympics.
I love that Mom had that experience. She was an amazing person, often sick throughout her life with various chronic conditions, and bedridden for the last few years before she went over the rainbow at just 60, but she was a real trooper and lived with verve and vigor as well as grace and dignity. It is so heart-warming to see her rejoicing with that torch, the night after I saw a bit of the celebration for the opening of the 2024 Olympics.
Like that torch, the flame of her memory burns bright, and will never, ever dim.
© 2024, Glover Gardens
Such a sweet memory and tribute!
Blessings~
Thank you! Blessings to you, too!
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Carrying the Olympic Torch has always been an honour beyond words. She must have been humble enough to hold an object that has been universally perceived as a symbol of peace, friendship, and unity for all people. Thanks for sharing and have a good weekend. Aiva xx
Thank YOU for reading! She was definitely a humble person; I’m glad you picked that up. I wish I could remember more of the story, but they are all gone now. I’ll catch up with them on the other side someday to get the details. 😊
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