Every day, every year, that passes seems an eternity littered with memories, good/bad, sweet/bittersweet.
I often find myself wondering if the days will ever pass more easily, with less drag against my heart.
So far it’s been 21 long years without her gentle smile, her reassuring touch and her wise guidance. A day rarely goes by when her voice doesn’t fill my subconscious, causing my heart to twinge, the gaping hole in my soul to tear open a little more…
Missing you another day… Mom.