Missing Mom

This is my mom.

Possibly the most beautiful human being to grace the planet.

She's gone. And I miss her. More than I've ever missed anything.

Sometimes I don't talk about it.

Sometimes I do.

Sometimes I have to.

Sometimes I can't.

But it's always there.

It's like a wave, sometimes the water is calm and easy and sometimes it thrashes about drenching anything and anyone near it. Either way it's the same source, the same water. But Mother's Day I always seem to end up drenched.

My husband spoils me. My children love me and let me know it. It's a good day.

I don't want to seem ungrateful, because it's more than many have. And I wouldn't give them up for the world.

But I miss her.

She had a sparkle in her eye and a beautiful laugh and a witty sense of humor. She loved her grandchildren more than life itself. And somehow convinced each of them they were her favorite. I see a little of her in each of my children. And Sunday I will hug them all a little tighter, thankful I have them. Thankful she is their precious angel and undoubtedly watching over them. When I love them fully and well and right, I am loving her too.

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