The days behind me and the days in front of me...

The loss of my mother has really taken a toll on me. Mentally. Physically. A piece of me is forever missing. I miss her with every ounce of my soul. I don't EVER want to forget. Anything. She had become my world. She was my best friend. She and I talked every single day for hours on end. She'd drive over twice a week, sometimes more to spend time with the kids. I could share anything with her and she wouldn't judge. So, I miss all of that and so much more. I can't put into words my feelings. Nor can I explain to those that don't quite understand. The loss of her is extremely excruciating to me right now. I know time will heal and I know she's in heaven, but I physically hurt for her. It's all selfish and it's unfair of me, but I'm working through that. My husband and my kids are my salvation. God is here too! Life just seems to stand still in time as I learn to live without my Mama. So, I trudge forward in the days ahead. Putting one foot in front of the other. One step at a time. Day by day. Week by week. It all just doesn't seem real, but I know that it is. My pain tells me so.