There are certain times when the grief that you carry weighs heavier than others. Today is one of those days. This is the day I lost my mother 21 years ago to breast cancer. I believe that I had finally almost reached the point of acceptance in my struggle with grief, but had to take a few steps back last year when I lost Dad. This year is especially poignant because of that. Next month will be the one year anniversary of the day we lost him.
She was an amazing woman who was very devoted to her family. Family was her life. She was a devoted wife and mother and that came first to her. She loved to laugh and I got my sarcasm from her along with my love of crochet. She also had a temper to match the red hair, which I think all us kids got too! (The temper that is!)
A day doesn't go by that I don't think about her and Dad. I take comfort in the fact that they are together again. That thought alone always makes me feel better.


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