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