March 6th will forever remain a sore date. It marks the bittersweet anniversary of my mom’s passing. I say the anniversary is bittersweet because the loss still pains me but the lessons and memories she left with me are all frosted with joy, tenderness, and wisdom. There is a pain to loss that eases with time yet never truly leaves us. For me it is rooted in wondering what experiences have been missed because she is gone. She never got to meet her granddaughter. I never got to lean on her for parenting advice. We… Read Article →
