There are three dates in June I will always remember. Mom’s birthday, mom and dad’s anniversary, and the day I lost my best friend. My mom has been gone 13 years today.
The last time she spoke to me was in the hospital 13 years ago the day before she died when she took her last breath and was kept alive by machines until the following morning. It feels like yesterday in some ways. In other ways it feels like an eternity. I miss her. I miss her crazy laugh and stories from the past. Mostly, I miss talking to her and receiving her guidance and advice. She always had time to listen to me.
The loss was extremely difficult for the first couple of years. Time does make it a bit easier but I still miss her like crazy. Peace comes knowing she’s at peace with Jesus. She loved her roses so I decided to spruce the place up a bit. I don’t get over here as much as I should anymore but she’s always in my heart. That’s where I talk to her now.
Love you mom! ❤️
Blessings,
Stacey ~ iamalive