Missing mom, 26 years later
Today is the 26th anniversary of my mother’s death from colon cancer. What I find most unusual this year is that the grief seems a little stronger — perhaps because of where I am in my life personally and spiritually — and yet I don’t feel compelled to write anything about her. I feel like I’ve said it all, which is saying something coming from me. I miss her. But I always miss her. And I find it unbelievable that it’s been 26 years since I heard her laugh, saw her smile, smelled the scent of her. Sigh. That’s enough. Here are some photos of my beautiful mother, who was my very best friend when she died. (I wrote about her recently HERE, if you’re interested.)
I just love how happy she looks in these two photos with me, and so young:
And here’s one from her one and only trip that required a flight — Puerto Rico, and what a flight it was. Such good memories.
And one from a party she went to one night, maybe a high school reunion. So pretty.