My mom died when I was 30 years old. That was 33 years ago, and I have missed her every day of those years. I still had a lot to learn from my mother, not the least of which was how to be a mother to grownup children!
At 30 years of age, my mom was the first person I called when I needed advice or help or comforting or just to get the feeling that my world was safe and ok. In those days, calling mom was not as easy as it is now—no cell phones, just long distance! So long, comforting chats weren’t possible and Continue Reading