Today is exactly 11 months since my mother died. I can hardly believe it's been that long. It is all still so vivid in my memory. On one hand it feels like it hasn't been as long as it has, but on the other hand it feels like she's been gone forever. I think I miss her more now then I ever have so far, but that changes every day, because every day I miss her a little bit more. February 12th at 11:02 a.m. was the last time she called me, her cell phone number is still on my caller ID, I still look at it every day wishing that if I dialed the number it would be her on the other end. Every little milestone my kids make I wish I could call her up and tell her. The baby crawling, my two year old potty trained, no one appreciates these things quite like a grandmother. The rest of my life seems like an eternity without her.
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