In starting this blog, I hoped that people could come together and share their Mom stories–whatever they may be. I have tried to do so with my own Mom. I know Bu has done the same with hers.
The thing is: in spite of the thoughts I have shared, the advice I have given–being without my mom is so hard.
I am deluged with emails from florists ($30 for 30!) and limited last-time offers.
And all I can think about this week is the Mom Dreams that I have. Where I wake and am overcome with such sadness.
I have a hole in my heart that cannot be filled.
I think about our last Mother’s Day where all she wanted was Pot Belly. And I got her the Tarts from Yankee Candle.
She LOVED those Tarts and bought more, which I still have.
Mommy, I know we have no more Mom’s Days together–except in my heart.
I love you. Moosie
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