((((Miss Unity))))

Sometimes,,playing mental tapes, of what our moms have said, or would say, helps during tough times. My mom and I spoke daily, especially after I'd started college. I can, at times, predict what she'd say, if still here.

Something different happened, for me, after losing her. I grew beyond any expectation even I'd expected.

I miss her. I trust, she'd be proud of me. I've often been quite similar, yet, very different from her. This is a week, I wish I could have shared with her. March 2010, was when her short battle with ovarian cancer took her. I oft mourn, the loss of her from my children, who may have faint recollections, at best.

Sometimes, to honour our moms memories, live in a manner that they wouldn't worry for you

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