I dont have a catchy quote to share about this topic.

June 15th is the anniversary of my mom’s passing.

Somehow I made it through a full year – only the rest of my life to go.

This is harder than I ever imagined. But then, everything about this is harder than I imagined.

I miss my mom every minute of every day. And sometimes I am shocked and appalled that the world just seems to keep on spinning and carrying on as if my own world hadn’t been destroyed … and then I remember that’s because life does go on and its best to keep moving with it.

Ive read about the 2nd year being the hardest and I am having a hard time imagining how it could get worse, so Im just going to assume that every year is going to be painful, gut-wrenching, and agony on another level. This loss is part of my identity now and there is nothing I can do to change that.

When I’m in the worst of it – I remind myself of how much my mama loved me and how devastated she would be to see me in so much pain. She would tell me “my darling, I love you but you have to LIVE! I am not there, but you know I never left. I am always with you and I always will be!”