They say that every seven years you change in many ways, physically, cognitively, emotionally.
They say that every seven years you change in many ways, physically, cognitively, emotionally. Your taste buds, your skin color, your world. Seven years ago I lost my mom, and I don’t think I realized that it would be harder today than it was even seven years ago. Harder because it’s easy to go day to day and forget that she’s not back at home while I’m away at college. Harder because every time someone shares a story of their mom, or I spend time with them together, I realize I don’t and will never have those present memories with mine. Harder because the present memories are slowly accumulating to be more than the past. Harder because seven years is closer to eleven, and I’ll soon be living longer without my Mom than with her. Harder because it doesn’t get any easier. I can’t say it any clearer than my sister: “My life has been shaped by the past 7 years. I am who I am because of her and because I lost her. ” Miss you mom. xo -- source link