There are tons of dates out there...birthdays, anniversaries, due dates, holidays, mothers day, fathers day, flag day, whatever...that we all remember in our head and now I have one more. The 17th. Two months ago today my mom passed away. It is also exactly one more month until BZ is suppose to be here.
It has been a roller coaster couple months. Since the service I have been up and down, but most days do pretty good. There are other days where I think about her and really miss her and then start crying.
While I was talking to my sister the other day, she mentioned how she had had a bad day and wanted to call her and talk to her about it. I think about those days too. My sister and I use to call her a lot. For me, most weeks it was anywhere from 2-5 times per week, just to talk, to say hi and tell her what was going on, what was bothering me, what some word meant in a recipe, all sorts of random stuff. I told my sister that she could always call me now. Not that I could answer all sorts of questions for her, but I could surely be there for her to vent or whatever.
I seem to call my sister now all the time...asking a new baby question each time I call and she has been more than happy to help out.
These past two months have been difficult, some days are great while others are not. I can only imagine that as time passes you have fewer and fewer not so great days and more and more better ones.