May 10, 2009 was my 12th Mother's Day since Mama died. 12 years. That seems plain crazy.
It's still sad.
In those 12 years, I've made a special effort to celebrate Grandma on Mother's Day because let's face it, she was one fantastic mother...and mother's mother...and mother-in-law.
May 10, 2009 was my 1st Mother's Day since Grandma died.
I want to call her everyday. My breath catches in a little gasp of pain when I realize I can't. That her voice, touch, and smell are now just memories.
Without my own Mama and Aama to celebrate, I still wanted to do something. So I sent a little treat to my aunt Cynthia, who has quasi-adopted me in the past 8 months since Daddy died, and to Jesse's mom Maggie, who also quasi-adopted me while I fell in love with her son.
Life moves, and I'd better move with it.
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Life can plain hurt. I don't say that to sound unsympathetic or cold. I just know, from personal experience, life hurts. Sometimes it is better and sometimes it is worse.
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