Today marks three years since we unexpectedly lost Mom. And even after three years, the pain of that loss is still so raw. There’s a void that I feel like I’ll never be able to fill entirely. I still dream about her, but it’s usually dreams that involve someone or something preventing us from seeing each other. Like even my subconscious knows that she’s just out of reach.
Two years. Two whole years. It’s funny how time ticks by sometimes. There are days when I feel like it’s been an eternity since I last saw her, and others when I still get the urge to pick up the phone to gab and gush. For ten glorious seconds I believe that she’ll pick up the phone on the other end.
Today, my beautiful mommy would have turned 65 years young.