May 21st,1992 was hands down the worst day of my life.
My beautiful Mom.
I’m not usually a big fan of Oprah, but admittedly I’ve got sucked into her final season hoopla. I saw this story this week, and it completely moved me. I sobbed on uncontrollably, at wished that I had grown up with my Mom.
She never got to teach me about make-up. She never got to give me advice about choosing a husband. She missed all of the milestones in my life. And that makes me so sad.
But, I like to think that I have made her proud of the woman I have become.
I write this post with tears in my eyes, but today I’m going smile and enjoy the wonderful life that I have. That’s what she would want. I’m certain of it.
It’s been 19 years, but I miss her every. single. day.