Today I caught myself in a daze, staring out the window and thinking about what today was like 8 years ago. I was 14 and I remember sitting on the couch next to my mom watching Miss Universe like we did every year. She asked me if I would put her mascara on for her because she was too weak. She was the most beautiful person I knew, hair or no hair, mascara or no mascara. But I loved getting out her makeup bag and spending that precious time with her, laughing at how awful I was at doing makeup. :)
I don't remember much after that. Everything just happened so fast. I couldn't register what was happening. The shock stayed with me for days, and weeks and months. Until I finally realized that she wasn't coming back.
I have since then grown and realized that death is a part of life. It was tragic that hers was cut short, but there is a plan for everyone and she lived her life to the fullest. I need to focus on the things that she taught me during the time that I did have her in my life. I am grateful for the person that she was, and the way she lived her life. She gives me strength every day to over come anything that I might be going through, and she makes me want to be the best mom I can be to little miss Ellie. I am so blessed to have such a strong family to keep me going, and for Whitney for always remembering the 3rd of June. :)
Love and miss you, Mom!