Every once in a while, someone asks me how long it’s been since my Mom died. I usually have to sit and think about it for a minute, calculating the dates and time.
Well, as of today, it’s been five years.
Sometimes it feels like just yesterday that I sat at her bedside in the hospital, knowing that each breath could be her last.
And then it also feels like a lifetime ago since I was able to sit and talk with her, call and hear her voice on the other end of the phone, sit at her dining room table, eat one of her freshly baked cookies, reach out and give her a hug.
I know that anyone who has ever lost a parent — or any loved one — can relate to those feelings. I am not alone — and that’s a comfort.
And DotMom wouldn’t want me to dwell on her passing. She knows that she lives on in our memories — the good memories, the strong memories — that she helped to forge.
So today, I will make an effort to remember my confidante, my mentor, my comforter, my friend — my Mom.