This past few weeks have been weepy ones. I've been struggling with memories of what I was doing this time last year. It caught me off-guard somewhat; how can it possibly be a full year since we lost her?

When it was time to call in Hospice, she had us set up her bed in the kitchen, because she wanted to be sure that she didn't miss anything. And the kitchen is pretty much the room where we spent most our time for those last several weeks. It never entered my mind at the time that I would still be sitting in her kitchen a year later. Only now its mine.

Earlier today as I fixed breakfast, memories of those last weeks came flooding back to me. I'm so glad I got to spend that time with her, and will forever cherish the memories of the giggles and tears we shared during those last days. She was a special lady, and I was blessed to have her as my mother.

She always said that "life goes on", and I guess it does. . . but my life changed the evening of November 20, 2014 when we lost her.