My mom died 13 years ago today. I can’t believe it’s been that long. In some ways, I sort of feel like she’s been gone almost forever. Yet, in others, I keep thinking I can call her and tell her about what one of my kids just did, or what can I do with a pound of ground turkey that I haven’t already done a hundred times for supper. She never got to meet any of my boys, and I think that’s what hurts the most. She wanted so bad to be a grandma, and cancer had other plans.
Mom? I miss you. Love, Kathy
PS. I’m getting some red carnations for you today.