If she were still living, my Mom would have been 81 years old today. My mother passed 27 years ago next week on November 4th by the hands of the cancer monster at the age of 54.
A friend of mine, who recently lost her Mom, asked me if it gets easier as time goes by.
No, sorry it doesn’t, it just gets different. You learn to cope with it better but there are still many days after all this time when you so desperately want to pick up the phone and call to chat or wish she was sitting on the porch with you watching the grandkids play. You deal with it, but you still remember. So, Happy Birthday Mom!
Have a dance with Jesus and celebrate that you’re in a better place!
We still miss you here though.