Six years ago today we lost my mom.
It was sudden but not unexpected. I'm still sad, I still miss her every day. Six years on I'm no less resigned, in fact I'm still pretty pissed off about it.
However, I also realize I'm lucky to have had such a good mom. I'm lucky to have my sisters and aunts and cousins and nieces and a very feisty 88-year-old grandmother who remember her and feel that twinge of sadness with me today.
Miss you Momash.
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