Mom was all around me tonight. I spoke to a woman whose physique painfully reminded me of mom — and then listened to a friend talk gloriously about her own mother (who is still living). I wish there had been more time to make more memories with my mom. I wish I could have been at the event with my own mother speaking to her or sharing recent anecdotes about her to my own friends.

 

Even three years later I am taken aback by the unexpected sting.

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