Today was an extremely difficult day for me, one year ago today I said goodbye to my mother. One year ago was the last time I heard her voice, the last time I held her hand, the last time I got a hug and the very last time I kissed her head and said goodbye.
I wish she was here with me and by my side on this long journey, to hold my hand and tell me it will be ok, but she's not.
Each day in the past 365 was a little easier and easier, but it's still not right, it's still not perfect. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her or miss her or wish she was with me. But I find a way to go on with life since I know that's what she would want me to do.
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