My mom died one year ago today. It simultaneously feels like it was only yesterday and like it was a thousand years ago. I miss her so much that there is an actual ache in my heart.
She died much too young. It was undeserved and unfair and unjust and I still rage inside that my son does not get to have her as a grandmother. She wanted to be Nana more than anything, and she loved her two children — me and my sister — more than anyone could ever comprehend.
I love you, mom. I love you and I miss you and I wish you were here.