It has been six years since my mom was no longer alive. Six years since I've seen her laugh, seen her smile, seen her to tell me to wipe of some of that makeup because I have such pretty skin.
I really can't even process it.
I haven't written a single thing about my mom on this blog since last year on this day. And that's shocking, because I have certainly thought about her and wished she were around SO many times during wedding-related activities. Maybe it was just too hard to put into words.
This year I get to work rough back-to-back shifts at work and sleep only 5 hours, which I'm sure will be excellent for my emotional state.
Today, just hug your moms for me. Tell her you love her over the phone. My mom may "know" that I love her, but it's really not the same as telling her. I promise.
I knew in the back of my mind... that as the years passed, I would be further and further away from her memory. That I would probably forget all the "little" things that she did that made her her.
I just didn't realize that it would still hurt so much.