Today is the 18th anniversary of my Mother's passing. I still have trouble believing that she's actually gone—even though I've had 18 years to get used to it.
Mom was, well, something else to put it mildly. She was a character, a singer, a crazy lady, a downer, an upper, an idiot, a genius, a joyous spirit, a depressed loon, a myth maker, an illusion shatterer, a wacky dancer, a tender soul, a mortal enemy, a best friend, and many, many other things. But of all things that she was most of all, she was my mother. And I miss her.
To you Mom, I love you and miss you.
Mom was, well, something else to put it mildly. She was a character, a singer, a crazy lady, a downer, an upper, an idiot, a genius, a joyous spirit, a depressed loon, a myth maker, an illusion shatterer, a wacky dancer, a tender soul, a mortal enemy, a best friend, and many, many other things. But of all things that she was most of all, she was my mother. And I miss her.
To you Mom, I love you and miss you.
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