"Three to Five"
I lost my mother on September 14th, 2023.
I gave a eulogy then, but if I'm being honest, I wasn't proud of it. My mind was clouded by grief. I said what I could, but looking back, I think you deserved a better send-off, Mom.
My mother had an obsession with hummingbirds in the last six months of her life. She even told me she wanted to get a hummingbird tattoo. She was not one for tattoos at all, one of the reasons I've never gotten one myself.
Now that she's passed, I see them much more often. Or maybe I'm paying attention to them more. Looking for them. More likely, looking for signs of her.
I learned that hummingbirds can pollinate up to 2,000 plants a day, which is mind-blowing. They generally live for only three to five years. In my mind, that seems like such a blip for a life. Such a short time for something so beautiful.
Then again, we're all here for such a short time. Hummingbirds are busy, pollinating all those plants. In fact, a single hummingbird can help pollinate millions of plants throughout its lifetime.
When I learned that, I couldn't help but think about my mom.
My mom spent 26 years as a teacher, but teaching wasn't the only thing she gave people.
Instead of spreading pollen, she spread love, faith, knowledge, laughter, joy, and the belief that family should always be a priority.
She chose love for her children, trying to find their own way in life, making mistakes, stumbling, and falling short more times than they would probably like to admit. She loved us through all of it.
She chose faith in a Lord she believed in completely, spending her life giving all the glory to Him.
She spread knowledge through her career to thousands of students who always knew Mrs. Merrill had their back. She stayed late when they needed her, put in the extra work, and made sure no one felt left behind — even if they played basketball "like a girl," as she'd tease.
She chose to crack jokes with everyone she knew. She chose laughter with her care team while fighting Stage 4 breast cancer. Bearing incredibly tough treatment, she was still fighting, still making plans for what came next, and always finding reasons to laugh.
She chose joy in a sweet treat like one of her favorites, a banana milkshake, especially after hard days because, as she would say, "We deserved it."
I think the greatest lesson hidden in all that pollen is that family is a choice.
We choose to show up for each other. We choose to help when things are heavy. We choose to listen when there are no answers. We choose to stay when it might be easier to leave. We choose to keep loving each other through every season of life. We are born into a family, but our actions and choices determine whether that family stays or fades.
My mom chose those things every day of her life.
Looking back, I can see the pollen in every heart she touched.
In her students. In her friends. In her family. In me.
Love. Faith. Knowledge. Laughter. Joy. Family.
I choose to keep spreading the pollen.
Love you, Mom.








