Yesterday was her birthday. I miss her. Nothing more to it. Just that simple. There are few people who define who we are, and even fewer whose loss rips out our heart and establishes a new normal. We learn to live with a hole in our hearts and a void in our lives.
Mom was one of those souls. Kind, fiercely protective of her brood, and tough as nails. She was a simple lady who grew up in a small village, yet was progressive in her outlook. I think Dad had a lot to do with that. Her children were her life. And that never changed.
It’s been over a decade since she began to walk the heavens with Dad. Somehow, her loss remains raw and painful and gut wrenching, as the day she left. That hollow feeling is real and final. And it never goes away.
I miss you mother dearest. Rest In Peace, Ma. Rest is Peace.
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