I'll try not to draw this post out because it's a downer. For the past few days I have been reliving the painful period of when my mom collapsed from a ruptured brain aneurysm and the followings days in the hospital. These are things I would rather forget, but can't. Naturally I've been really down and out lately. I miss my mom so much it hurts. I miss just being able to pick up the phone and call her for no reason. I miss our Friday shopping days. I miss seeing her in church. I miss her spaghetti. I miss my kids getting to be with her and having her spoil them rotten. She's been gone a year and a half now. It's cliche to say, I know, but it seems like only yesterday and yet it seems like forever at the same time. She was my best friend. The picture is of us in 1989. I keep it on my computer desk.