The death of my mother has been the hardest thing I have experienced in my life.  She was only fifty; two years older than I am now.

Our relationship was a roller coaster at best, definitely the ups and the downs.  Today, years after her death there are still moments my heart breaks because in the midst of our “fixed” personalities I realize there were so many things left unsaid, so many hugs not exchanged and truths left unspoken.  As I grow older, I realize that I am much like her in many ways both the “good and the bad”; I am human.  I miss my mama and it is still so often the hardest thing I have experienced.  Love is never easy, it is work no matter who the relationship is with.  One day at a time, we all deal with that hardest thing we have experienced while embracing faith.