My Mother
No matter how much I miss my mom it’s not getting easier. The hole is still there. I have to remind myself that I am only two months into her death. It will get easier as the months and years go by. The first holidays are going to be the worst, especially as they roll around. Holidays were always her favorite. Growing up we decorated for every holiday. From top to bottom. Every room of the house had something. Every window or windowsill was covered. Each month with a new holiday we took down the old and changed it out for the new. Christmas and Easter we seemed to always go all out. When I got into junior high I started to have a party every month. Every month had a theme. It was almost always surrounded by the holiday of the month. It just was a big deal in my household. When I moved to Tolono those parties stopped. My friends and I stopped talking. That was the end of that. The decorations were not as elaborate. Not until she moved in with grandma Shirley. Afte...