Eight years and counting…

Today is the eight year anniversary of my mom’s passing. I always have to count the years each time I think about it, in great contrast to my sister, who at one point could easily tell me the number of months & days it had been.

I suppose that it does get easier as time passes. However, as the pain fades, so do some of my memories. I can barely recall the sound of my mom’s voice or her laugh. Some memories are still vivid, but others fade with time. It hits me the most when I think about my mom never holding any of her grandchildren and how my kids will have never met her in person. I try to keep her memory alive and do truly believe that she is watching over us, but of course, it’s not the same.

Today especially Mom.. I thank you for all that you have given me and pray that you are watching over all of us, especially your grandchildren.