It's been one year since Mom died and I still miss her every day.
Not a day goes by that I don't think of her in some way. I know I miss
her for purely selfish reasons but that does not help the heartache of
not having her here. It's difficult not having her here as I start a new
chapter of my life. I want so much to have her hold her new
granddaughter and be a part of her life. I can only share pictures and
memories and hope that some of the things that she instilled in me I am
able to pass on to my daughter.
There is great comfort in knowing
that I will be with her again one day and without God and that hope
this past year would have been far more difficult. That doesn't always
relieve the daily pain, but I know it helps immensely.