Two Years Ago

It seems like it hasn't been that long in some ways and then in other ways it feels like she has been gone for a long time. I remember leaving the day before thinking it won't be long unless a miracle happens. Thinking it would almost be better since she was hurting so much. As a mother I don't like it when my children are sick and in pain, but to watch your mother sick and in pain is just as horrible. I will probably never forget getting the call from my brother the next day telling me that my mom had died.

I wish that she were here to help me, to give me advice in raising my children, to laugh and cry with me over life. I wish my children could know their other grandma and that she could know them as well. I want to call her and ask her something at least every other day, but I know that I can't. We truly never know how much we love someone until they are gone and then it is to late to tell them.