A Year

Today.  One year ago my mother died.  Sometimes it seems like it's been a lifetime since she died and on other days, I still feel that she is about to call and talk about politics, or the Prince's engagement, or something that worries her.  But for 365 days my phone has been silent.  I haven't met her for breakfast on Saturday.  The dogs haven't wiggled and wagged as she walked through my back door.

Time heals pain and hurts.  But losing my mother ripped a hole in my heart that seems irreparable.

I miss you Mom.

Murphy's Day.