I don’t have a lot of pictures of my mom. It doesn’t/didn’t occur to me to take pictures of a constant, and mom was always there for us. I can’t believe it’s been five years since she’s gone.
I like this picture. It’s from one of our lunch breaks while skiing in Italy. I like that Rosemarie is eating a big piece of chocolate with her mittens on… it was a special treat when mom let us eat junk food on those trips. I like all the sandwich bags on the table and the squishy juice bag: evidence of our lunches that mom made us cram into our jacket pockets in the morning. I like that mom is looking at Rosemarie with love. I like that mom looks relaxed and content.
I’ve missed my mom SO MANY TIMES in these last five years, but at the same time I’m grateful that I had the privilege of having her in my life for 21 years. I hope she would be happy with the choices I’ve made without her. I wish life wasn’t so mean. Cancer sucks.