Shedding A Few Tears

My day started with a few tears, I couldn't help it.


Sometimes it just feels good to cry.


Especially when you're remembering someone who left the world far too soon.


Seven years ago today my Mother lost her battle with ovarian cancer.


In some ways, it's hard to believe it's been that long...other days the hurt feels so fresh, like she just died.


Every time I looked at Miss O. and the twins today, I teared up.


She would have been a wonderful grandmother and would have spoiled them all rotten. I watched her love on my numerous younger cousins for years...even being called Mommy Kar.en by some, instead of aunt. She loved holding babies, loving on them. Even her profession included holding babies, as she was an OB nurse.


She looked forward to being a grandmother, yet never got a chance to experience it.


Mom died four days after my baby shower when I was pregnant with Miss O.


Today, I cry, but I also think about all the lessons she taught me, the memories, and the laughter we shared.


I'm the "mom" I am because of the "mom" she was to me.