Missing Mom
Last night marked 8 years since my Mom passed away. It still doesn't seem real. I love in Mogadore and when I drive to Massillon, I have this weird thought that I will see Mom. And she's just not there. I sold and moved out of Mom's house. The old neighborhood is there. It's just not the same.
I never thought life after Mom would be like this. Missing her phone calls. Missing silly simple things like going to get an ice cream cone. Of course, I miss her during the holidays but the simple phone calls to ask how I was doing, checking up on me....yeah, I miss this the most.
There's a saying: you never know how great a tree is until you chop it down.
This is Mom. Still, years after her passing, she gets greater.
Everyday that adds to the count of the days since she passed is a day shorter until we meet again.
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