Dedicated to: My beautiful, blue eyed mom, “blue eyes” – Diane E. Chitty, became an angel on September 3, 2011
FB_IMG_1486189488058Diane E. Chitty was born November 28, 1960. She was one of four children born into a world she would unknowingly make an impact on one day. Not only was she a wonderful mom of two children but she was also a loving “Nanna Di” to her 3 granddaughters as well as a fun loving aunt, and caring sister. Her genuine love for life and happiness showed in her bright smile, warm hugs and oh how that unique laugh of hers just grabbed you. You couldn’t help but to laugh with her. It started with a grin and ended with your side in stitches.
My mom treasured each day as if it were her last, capturing over a million photo memories in her lifetime for us to look back on. One thing is for sure, that wherever she was, my brother and I were by her side. Her escape from her daily struggles was spending time with us, especially outdoors. No worries, just Kool-Aid smiles and sunshine. She loved kids so much that she even took a job at a local daycare in our small town. I remember how she would share a little story about each child that she cared for and how much she loved their families. It seemed for that “one” moment her struggles disappeared.
Years passed and she finally found her forever home of 20 years as a customer service representative. She was more than just a voice on the other end of the phone, but also a lifelong friend. It didn’t matter if you had met her or not, she loved and cared about you and your day. You could just hear her smile shine through the phone. She was a thoughtful, giving soul. Oh how she gave. She gave when she could. She gave when she couldn’t. She even gave behind her broken smile.
My mom always struggled with depression as far as I can remember. I never understood why she was always tired and crying. She seemed so happy when around others but something dark would settle in when alone. She tried so hard to survive by “hiding behind her smile.” Only those who were able to see how depression was eating away her soul knew the tears behind her smile. They knew getting out of her own bed was a mental struggle for her. Even accepting the very love she so deserved in return was a daily struggle.