July 6th….

Is my least favorite day in the history of days……

This year marks 7 years since my mom passed away…. has it gotten easier? A bit…. do I ever forget? Never…..

My mom was an awesome mom and she left this world too soon…. she was the mom who was most comfortable in her oldest sweatshirt and a pair of flannel pants and would do a ridiculous dance just to get a laugh out of her daughter and granddaughter…..

she was the strongest person I’ve ever met and I wish her youngest granddaughter would’ve been able to meet her… my bff told me once that my mom met her before I got pregnant, gave her hugs, love, and kisses and sent her on her way (I like to believe this is the case because the night before I found out I was having the little gremlin, my mom appeared in my dream and told me we’d be fine)….

Like my not so little bub, I know moo would’ve loved her omi just as much…… and I know my mom would’ve adored moo just as mug as she loved the bub…. and we’d have a whole closet full of stuffed animals because that was my mom’s jam….

While I’m not as upset and sad about her being gone, I still miss the living hell out of her…. it’s like a piece of me that’s not completely gone, but it’s not the same….