Today would have marked my mother's 61st birthday.
She's been gone almost three years. It will be three years on May 13th. The day before my son's 8th birthday.
I keep waiting for the sharp stab of pain to disappear. For the tears to stop coming to my eyes when I think of her. To stop cursing everything in sight from taking her far, far too early. For knowing just how damn much she is missing.
And I keep on waiting.