Jan 16
Fucking Jan. 16th
Every year this day flys by me. Then, unexpectedly, it hits me, like a tidal wave. I remember being told she gone, then all the little things that I got to share with her in a short 11 years and I smile and tear up all at the same time. She was the one woman I could see myself in. There are others, but not with the same exact day glow thighs or silly facial expressions. 14 years later and I still miss her everyday. I love you Mom!
