This still very deeply resonates. My Mom passed away unexpectedly in July 2012 and it sometimes still seems surreal to talk about her in the past tense.
Sure, maybe it gets a little bit easier every year that passes…
Do I still miss my Mom? Abso-friggen-lutely.
Do I think of her often? Hell, yes I do.
Do I wish I could talk to her? For sure… and I do, in prayer and sometimes just having plain out-loud conversations. hehe
What are some of the ways you embrace your love for those who have passed away?