Twenty years is a long time. A child becomes an adult. People grow and change. Grief fades, but is always present.
Twenty years ago today was my mom’s last day with us. Breast cancer took her from us after a year of fighting and of hoping for a better outcome.
Mom was an amazing woman who was so well-loved. I so badly wish that I had had the opportunity to know her better, to know her as an adult, to know her as a friend.
Today marks twenty years without her and all I can do is shake my head at the horrible feeling of loss deep in my gut. Gone, but never ever forgotten.