I've had a really hard time the last few days approaching up to this one. To the point of panic attacks. This is the first Mother's Day without my mom, and I'm not really okay with it. I think about her every single day and the absolute reality still hasn't set in. I've dealt with deaths before, but this one has shaken me to the core.
Being silly with my husband
My mom wasn't perfect, but she was perfect for me. She was my absolute best friend and confidante. All kids, related or not, knew her as Grandma. She had a silly side and loved to goof off. My mom was a fighter and didn't let all her medical problems get her down. We'd always ask for her recipes and would never get them. Mostly because she just threw ingredients together until it tasted good. She had a knack for making something out of nothing. She was also quite crafty, making everything from suncatchers and wreaths to beaded jewelry and appliqued shirts. Those mementos are now cherished treasures.
Although she drove me batty at times, I consider it an honor and a privilege that she was able to live with me the last two years of her life. If it was up to me, I'd still have her here. But it's not. And now God's got my mother, my angel.
during one of her many hospital stays