My Mom, Tami, aged 49.
If you follow me on Twitter or Facebook, you may already know, I lost my mother on Saturday morning. It's been a ridiculous struggle left and right.
She had a hard life, but her last years were filled with sobriety, friends and love.
It took a long time to have the relationship I had with my mother. I was lucky, in a strange way, to have sprained my ankle Thursday before her death. That Friday I took off work to let Mom do her 'mom things' and make me feel better by being fussed over. We ate, watched a movie, played with our pets and spent time together.
By the next morning, she had passed. The date one week after my 25th birthday, six days after my 7th anniversary.
She didn't want a big fuss, just simple cremation and for me to keep her ashes, but it's hard not to tell people of the loss in my life. She was not only my mom, but one of my best friends.
I haven't really had time to grieve or even think much. I'm still trying to process, make arrangements.
I miss her like hell.