Today has been two years since my mom passed. Two very long years.
Mother’s Day cards are filling stores. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about buying one for my mom. It’s almost like my brain forgets for a moment.
I would like to say it’s gotten easier. I guess in some ways it has, but the desire to pick up the phone and call her, the thought that I need to tell her something that has just happened, wanting to ask her questions about my grandmother, or just hear her voice remains. I’m guessing it always will.
I miss my mom.
I know she doesn’t hurt. I know she’s not sick and time for her isn’t the same as it is for me.
I’m glad no one can ever make her not my mother, even if she isn’t here. I am proud to be her daughter.