I Miss My Mom
I miss my Mom. Every day and all the time. I know that life goes on and it has but that does not take away the hurt. I remember my sweet Mom crying as she remembered her Mother even though it had been over 30 years since she lost her. I never fully understood what she was feeling till she was gone. I miss her asking how I am doing and wanting to hear all about my day. Laughing loudly at my funny stories or getting serious when she disagreed with how I handled a situation. Even as adults, she never hesitated to correct us. She completely understood that her role as a parent didn't magically end at 18. She would always weave her life lessons into stories about growing up with our hard to handle Dad. I never knew that full version of my father but my older siblings did. He still argued with her but it was pointless. Mom was our leader, our moral compass, our biggest cheerleader and our family's heart. Her job as Mom at times was thankless and unappreciated. I saw her tears when my...