My Mom

Sometimes it's hard for me to remember my mother. At least it is hard for me to remember her when she wasn't sick. But if I really think about it, I can indeed remember. 

I remember the fiery, feisty, strong-willed, beautiful woman that she was. I don't ever want to lose those memories of her. I don't ever want to let them die. 

Tonight is the first time I've cried for her in awhile. Sometimes I just really wish I had that strong woman here with me, on my side.   It just seems like things would be so much easier.

Especially at Christmas and my birthday...I miss her.