Thinking of you today, Mom
The photo above, taken of me with my Mom and Dad, was taken in 1995, before I left for grad school in St. Louis.
I won’t be blogging any more today.
Here’s what I’m feeling today, Mom:
Three years ago today, you slipped away from us and joined Dad.
You may not have given birth to me, but you were my Mom in every sense of the word.
I miss you and Dad, every day, and I’m sure I see you both, from time to time, as I go about my day. I swear, sometimes I hear your laughter and I look for you, sure you are right behind me, or next to me.
You are there, I know, somewhere between this world and the other.
My memories are strong and clear, all the good days (and bad ones too), that add up to the life we shared as a family–you, Dad, me, and Roger.
It hurts a little less every year, more like an ache, because I’m comforted by those memories. But there’s still an empty spot in my heart.
I love you Mom, and miss you every day.