There isn’t a year since my mother passed away that I don’t fight the urge to pick up the phone to call her. I wrote this post three years ago, and I feel the same today, wishing I could hear her voice again.
It has been (what feels like) forever ago since the last time I saw my Mom. Yet, it is difficult to believe that it will be four years next month since she passed from this earthly world.
On the eve of Mothers’ Day, I find myself thinking about the last Mothers’ Day that she was alive.
I flew down to California to spend a few days. She was still in a rehab facility, and we were trying to come up with a plan to get her back to her home.
I do not remember a lot about that day. In fact, my memories might be inaccurate, as I was making the trip down every couple of weeks to do what I could. Some of the details (below) about who was there and what all transpired is now a bit fuzzy for me.
I do remember that several of her friends and family…
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