Still missing Mom
Today would have been my Mother’s 87th birthday We all miss her so even though she passed 42 years ago. She was 45 years and 3 days old when she did not wake up one morning. I clearly remember getting a call from my youngest sister, a senior in high school. I was groggy from the time change and she was frantic. In disbelief, my husband and I got dressed and drove the 7 miles to find out what was happening. As soon as we arrived, I saw my Granddad, who lived next door, walking away from the house and shaking his head commenting, “It should have been me.” We could not understand. We questioned everything and everyone. The next few days were a blur as we tried to cope with the tragic loss. I’m not certain we have ever accepted our loss. Dad simulaneously needed us and tried to be there for the five of us. My brother, the youngest was 11, and was forever changed. But so were all of us. It was and still is a profound loss. I can’t write anymore. We love and miss you, Mom.