The death of a mother is the
first sorrow wept without her. ~ Anonymous
It will be one year this weekend since I said goodbye, since I held her hand, since I saw her face. It will be one year since I leaned on her, since I cried on her shoulder, since I had my best-friend. It will be one year since she saw my children, since she laughed, since she smiled at my dad. It will be one year this weekend since there were fireworks.
The woman.
The grandmother.
My mom.