My mom died.
Cancer.
She was diagnosed in January of 2004.
She died in April of that year.
It’s been 11 years.
I miss her.
I miss being able to call and tell her things.
I miss sitting close to her and putting my head on her shoulder while she did crossword puzzles on the couch.
I miss how she beat me at scrabble 99.9% of the time.
Sometimes I miss her so much I just cry.
Today I cried.
adeserteducation 
I’m so sorry to hear about your loss. I think moms are pretty special people and the hurt never goes away. But, I’m thankful for writing, poetry, and connections to make it just a little more comfortable. I’m hoping you continue to find comfort through writing and documenting your memories-like crosswords! What a beautiful memory to hold dear.
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I’m so sorry. My dad died of cancer in December, 1993. I don’t think the missing him ever gets any less. I think you just get used to that dull ache that is always there. Some days it is just harder than others. It sounds like today was one of those for you. I hope tomorrow will be better.
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I’m sure she is smiling down on you today and every day.
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It’s so true that the missing part never leaves. Yet somehow, 11 years later, I still get a little shocked when I start crying.
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HUGS!! No one can ever replace your momma. I understand how you feel. Cyber hug!!!!
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Thanks Terrie. Sometimes all I need is a hug. Cyber ones count.
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