Sep 28, 2012 - 2:42 pm
I never thought I would find myself here browsing stories, but here I am. It is coming up on the 3 year anniversary that my Mom has been gone. I remember the day all too well. Everyone that I have talked to has told me it will get easier with time. 3 years in and I feel the same as day one. June 09 we found out my Mom had a golf ball size tumor. They said surgery was the best option. And hopefully give here 3 to 5 years. When they done the surgery they couldn't get all the tumor out. The way they explained it was it had little fingers that made its way between her brain. Right then I knew she would not survive 6 months. 2 more surgeries, rehab, a round of chemo and a nursing home she finally left us a day before her 53rd birthday and a couple days before Thanksgiving. The more time that passes the more I want her here. I hurt not only because I miss her,but because my sons do not get to know their Grandmother. I will always need my Mom. Just making it through one day at a time. It does not matter how old you are when you lose someone you are close to, it cuts you deep and I fully believe you never heal completely. You just learn to push away/ ignore the pain and emptiness that is left when they are ripped away from you.