This week is going to be a tough week. Tuesday marks the 11th anniversary of my mom’s death. Each year I dread this day. Each year on this day, I revert into my own little world and shut everyone else out. I can’t help it, it’s my way of coping.
But never fear, come Wednesday I will be fine.
To this day, I still miss my mom dearly. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about her. My kids talk about her like they knew her. My dad still misses her as much today as he did in the first couple of years. It’s sad, yet sweet at the same time.
I can’t believe it’s been eleven years.