I still pick up the phone to call her and still look for her. I know the comfort there is that she is always with me, my dad, brother, and sister, so I talk to her often. I told my dad that my chest hurt during the funeral, and then I realized that it was because it was growing so that she could live on in my heart.
I want to share some pictures of my most incredible loving fantastic mom:
Mom went to nursing school and always wore the starched white dress and cap. Here she's just a teenager.

Mom and Dad - just married! She made her wedding dress. Unfortunately I haven't learned all those same skills...yet!
Mom and me in the hospital

Not the most glamorous picture but one that gives me a warm fuzzy. If you're a mom, you know how precious these moments are.

Mom would rock me for hours. It was my happy place and she never turned me down when I would ask her to.

My wedding day. She made everything possible and more beautiful.

Also my wedding day. I have no idea what they were laughing about, but don't they look like they are having fun?

Last September. She wanted a good picture before starting all the hard treatment. What a great one it turned out to be! This is how I picture Mom every time I think about her.


1 comment:
Beautiful post, Nancy. I'm so sorry for your loss.
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