2,308 days
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That’s how many days as of this morning I’ve gone without my mom
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That’s how many days since the last time I heard her voice or felt her hug
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That’s how many days I’ve walked this earth trying to navigate being a mom without her here to guide me
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That’s how many days I’ve spent missing her
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That’s how many days I’ve had to spend imagining what my days would be like with her still here in them
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That’s how many days I’ve spent from sun up to sun down making sure I keep her memory alive
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That’s how many days I’ve spent talking about her
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That’s how many days I wake up only to remember she’s gone all over again
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That’s how many days I still accidentally go to dial her number
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That’s how many days it’s been since I lost her and found myself
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I’ll never let that many days go by without talking about her, thinking about her, missing her or loving her because she’s still my mom and I’m still her daughter even if she isn’t here
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So here’s to 2,308 days and waking up every single day and finding a way to keep her memory alive even in the Dunkin' Donuts drive thru on a Wednesday morning
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