3 Months...
Yesterday was June 10. Yesterday marked 3 months since my Mom went home to be with God. 3 months since she lost her battle with cancer. 3 months I have been living without her and doing life without her. 3 long and painful months. As I sit here in the living room alone on this Saturday night, I look across the room and see the empty rocking chair. The chair where my Mom would be sitting, playing her solitaire game while watching what ever happens to be on Ion on the TV. And her and I would have conversations about life, or about the TV show. That is what I should still be doing right now, but I am not. Nope, now I sit and stare at the empty chair, wishing for my Mom to be sitting in it. Everyone keeps telling me "it will get better" or "it will get easier". But I have yet to believe them. Every day I miss her more and more and want her back more and more. Every day I wish I could just hear her voice, see her smile, and feel her hugs. The only thing that I would ...