170.2 Special Days

My mom died on on this date 11 years ago. It's funny how our minds and bodies remember these special days. And, I miss her a lot. You'd think that after 11 years, I'd be used to her being gone. But I'm not and I probably never will be used to it. She was fun, and funny, and if I could be with her today, we'd have a great time. I love you Mom.