I had originally intended to write a long post on Sunday to recognize the 11th anniversary of my mother's death, but life happened, and I know she would want it that way.
For those of you who are new readers, my mom lost her battle with ovarian cancer on February 19th, 2001, when I was only twenty and in my second year of college. She had been diagnosed approximately three and a half years prior, but as was the case with ovarian cancer (at least at the time), she had a 20% chance of living past five years. It never felt like she was "dying" until the last three months or so, when it became evident that she would never be the same again.
I'm going to keep this post brief, and leave you with the message I posted on my personal Facebook page, which my father shared with his friends as well.
"Eleven years ago today, I kissed my mother on last time and reluctantly watched her physical presence slip out of my life. She's been gone over a third of my life, and while at times it feels like she's missed everything that I consider important in my life, I know she was there for the most essential, formative part of it. I would not have been the woman I am today without my mother. I love you mom, one day we'll meet again. </3 "
[Jamie @ Handling With Grace? - I was thinking of you this weekend.]