Five Years

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.


  1. Pretty sure she would be VERY proud of you Katrina – and it’s a great photo. 5 years is hard to believe for sure… love j&j

  2. <3 <3 <3
    Lots of love, Kat. Agree with Jill, of course.
    And hey, that massive slab of chocolate is *quite* the treat! I'm amazed!!
    Big hugs.

  3. I agree, it’s a beautiful picture Katrina. I also think she would be incredibly proud.

    I love the sandwich cramming thing especially. There’s nothing like careening down the Alps with half a baguette in each pocket :) Brings back fond memories. Lots of love!

  4. Your Mom would definitely be proud of both of you, the choices you are making in your lives and the amazing adults you have become. There is some of her in both of you, seen through your love of food, love of adventure and inquiring minds.

  5. Hi Katrina,
    It was nice to see your tribute and comments of your mom. I think it is important to remember loved ones on their anniversary date and share a bit about them–just like you did on your blog. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks.

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