Four years ago today my mother passed away. She was taken from us far too early, she was just turning 76. I have a picture of her sitting on the bottom shelf of the side table by the couch where I generally hang my butt(couch potato that I am), and every now and then (well every night really) I glance down and see her smiling face. Each and every time still to this day, I feel a sense of shock knowing I won't see that smile face to face anymore every time I glance down at that photo. We weren't "close" but most days when I look down I wish she was here!
Miss you Mom.
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