“Losing your mom is harder than you think it is going to be,” I reminded my friend recently, still raw from the loss of her own mom.
“You’ve got that right,” she agreed.
This time of year always gets to me– when spring is in the air, as the 17th anniversary of my mother’s death approaches. I will simply never forget her and all she meant to me.
In my mind, I saw her in the moon last night as it rose above the rooftops across the street. I cannot see a full moon without thinking of her. Maybe my memory deceives me (