Sixty-five days ago my life changed forever and not in a good way. Sixty-five days ago my mom, my best-friend, lost her battle to stage 4 lung cancer.
She was only 62 years old and died on November 2, 2014.
My mom beat the odds. She was given 5 months to live when diagnosed on October 19, 2012. This fact was kept a secret from us. I understand why it was her wish, however if I had known that, I would have spent every weekend with her and not every second or third one over the next two years. I am not saying I disagree with her choice. It was her choice to make. I just wish I had more time to spend with her.
I miss my mom. I miss our random chats about nothing and everything under the sun. I miss her advice she would always give me on sewing and cooking. I miss her voice. Her hugs and kisses. Her huge loving heart. I miss everything about her.
Inspired by kristal 