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Anniversary of Mom's Passing 1 Year

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My Aunt & Uncle called just to tell me they'll be thinking of me tonight and tomorrow, as will I them. 
A year without Momma. 
I absolutely feel her absence every single day. 
I still randomly grab the phone to call her, I still want to fix her a plate when I cook, I still think I need to brush my teeth, hop in the car with Toby and go sit with her at the nursing home, I still think of little treats and decorations and anecdotes to take with me and share with her. 
I miss her telling me not to kill "her" spiders in the house, watching Murder, She Wrote and Hart to Hart ad nauseam. Her crush on Tom Selleck, Jeremy Renner and Captain Jack (not Johnny Depp, just Captain Jack) Sparrow. 
How she tried to learn how to put my hair in pigtails, drove me to dance class (drill) for years, sewed Halloween costumes, and tirelessly (it seemed at the time, until I did it myself) packed, managed, conducted, cleaned, re-packed then unloaded and put away camping & fishing gear for a family of 4, half the summer long, unless it was a summer we went to England, then she towed 2 kids, all our luggage and wrangled & entertained us for 3 months. 
She had a huge part to play in my pregnancy with Cajun when it all turned scary (I was put on bedrest for 13 weeks) and I know she lay awake at night as many nights as I did, scared our Peanut wouldn't make it here. She worked a full time job, took care of a home and husband and took better care of me than a hired nurse could have. I had three meals a day, snacks, entertainment, etc under her care, and because I couldn't take my psych meds, she talked me through horrible anxiety and depression spells. 
There's no way I could list everything. I won't try. 
I just know, if I could have her here and healthy, I would continue to show her every day my love and gratitude. 
I thought we'd said it all before she transcended. There's always more to say. It's never long enough.

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