18

A while back,  say nearly a year,  I talked briefly here about missing my mom around the time that Deirdre was born.  

We recently honored my mother's 18th anniversary of her passing.*  More than other years, this was especially a thoughtful time for me.   I do think there is something to be said about the mother-daughter relationship and there was a lot more at play within my family dynamic.  

 A friend of mine sent me flowers-- which is always such an amazing treat.  The flowers were actually a cactus reminding me that it is ok to be "prickly."  18 years is such a significant amount of time but there are times now and then when I still get a little teary thinking about her and what our relationship could have been.  Who I could have been had she been with me longer.   Prickly is such a lovely word to describe grief- especially a grieving process this long.

I have amazing friends. 

So let's talk about how incredible that is. . . .  No one wants to lose someone close to them but I have been supported and cared for by a pretty neat group of gals since.  It is amazing to be loved.  At the end of day, it's always been and always will be about love.

*Ma Kelly Day