Dreams
It's my annual blog post on the anniversary of my mom's death. Today it is the 13th anniversary. A couple of times today I've had to check that it's been 13 years. Is my math correct? It is. Thirteen. I was at my dad's about a week ago and looked through the family photo albums, as I usually do when I get over to his house. I took a photo of my mom and I. I was probably 5 and I could tell it was around Thanksgiving by the pilgrim girl window cling. I was on her lap and we were smiling at the camera. Her arms were on my arms, her hands holding my hands. I looked into her eyes in that photo and wondered what she was thinking. Was she actually happy? Was she fulfilled? Was her life what she wanted and thought it would be? What dreams did my mom have? This is the question that made me keep looking into her eyes, wishing she was here to share the answer with me. What have you done in your life, Mom, that you are most proud of? What do you regret not doing? What h