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.
