18 Years
On this day, eighteen years ago, my mom died. It was fairly sudden and very unexpected. When I woke up and was getting dressed, I would never in a million years have guessed that was why the phone was ringing at 8:00 in the morning. That was the phone call that dramatically changed my life as I knew it. It seems a lifetime ago that I had a mother to answer to. In fact, it seems like someone else's lifetime. However, I can remember that day as if it were yesterday. I remember going to the McDonald's drive-thru. I remember what I ate, what I was thinking in the car on the way to the hospital. Yet, I cannot remember what it feels like to have a mother*. Anyway, in honor of today, I went traipsing through the cemetery in the rain to bring some flowers in honor of the anniversary. Mom, wherever you are, I love you and miss you.
*Side Note: That small fence behind us in the photo is the very same fence in which the ring is buried.
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