Born September 25, 1917.
Died June 28, 2011.
She was 93 years, 9 months, and 3 days old.
Six weeks after mom died, I am still mourning, but I am not crying anymore. I am only just beginning to feel whole. The idea of not having my mother to talk to , to touch, to hug, to kiss, has me living in a surreal existence. She is always present in my thoughts. It is almost as if she is here, with me, guiding me, consoling me, counseling me, comforting me as she has done for the past 64 years of my life. Sometimes I reach out and yearn and long for her touch...that is the hardest feeling to overcome. It sometimes gets so intense I think I will go crazy from the longing. Sixty-four years of living life with its ups and downs teaches me that I am reacting to a feeling that will disipate in time. My reality is my acceptance that mom is no longer with me, physically, but she is with me spiritually. I know she will rest in peace. Will I?