This is the eighth year that we've celebrated her birthday without her, the eighth time I've missed her a little extra on November 12th, one day longer that she's been gone.
I miss my mother, there's no doubt about that. I miss her smiles, her soft skin, hearing her stomp around the house, her cooking (oh my word - her cooking!)... and today, I especially grieve the fact that she'll never know my children, my true love, the life I'm making for myself.
I'm thankful for the 21 years and 5 months that I got to have her and I'm looking forward to a day when we are together again.
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