I had my first pick up the phone to call mom moment. I was going to tell her how embarrassing it was that little Matthew peed all over the seat at the restaurant. That sucker punch of reality hit and hit hard. I’ll never talk to her again on Earth. Never get advice. Never vent to each other. Its all really sinking in. I feel like I can’t breathe. Julianne (my awesome sister-in-law) talked about giving her mom a 60th party. She turns 55 tomorrow. She made the comment she thinks her mom will still be kicking and acting young at 60, so she will wait until then. Mom was kicking and acting young too until this beast came in and took it away. She died at age 59. I wanted to tell her that, but didn’t think I could get it out. I look at mom’s picture and I still have a hard time believing she is gone. Like that obituary CAN’T be for MY mom.
Blessing of the Day: Matthew told me exactly what mom would have said if I was able to talk to her.