A Motherless Mother’s Day
This post is coming a tad late because frankly, I couldn’t bring myself to write it. Sunday was Mother’s Day. The one day of the year besides my birthday when I don’t have to do anything. And please don’t misunderstand me, with my kids it was lovely. Until last night when my daughter got sick. But I woke up crying because my first thought was OMG it’s Mother’s Day and my Mom is dead! There’s not a thing I can do about it. I can cry, scream and yell but it won’t change the fact that the woman who made me who I am is gone. I wish I could write some eloquent post on how I handled the day with grace, but I would be lying. I cried!!! I cried when I woke up, I cried through church, I made it through brunch but when I got home, you guessed it I cried. I cried because I want to tell her everything about my life. "Look mom, I finally quit that job I hated because of the shift, and now I am scared to death. What should I do?" "Mom,...