March 5, 2008. A Sad Day

Today is the anniversary of my Mother's death.  Part of me died that day too.  It was the saddest day of my life. 
I can vividly remember everyone in the room when she was gone.  We were all crying and talking in disbelief.  I couldn't believe that she was gone.  I didn't know how I was going to raise my kids without her in my life. 
I am still so ashamed for being such a shitty teenager to her and if I could I would take it all back.  I did get to tell her that though and we became the best of friends once I moved out of the house.  I think that is pretty common.  I have always needed my Mom and she was always there for me, no matter what. 
She was the best Mother anyone could have ever asked for.  After all, she was raised by my Grandma who was a saint and one of my most favorite people in the world. 
I love and miss you Mom. 

Always on the floor even though it hurt her knees so much.  She loved her grandkids more than anything. 

 Mom and Dad in Keystone on a sleigh ride.  She couldn't deal with the altitude well and still took her oxygen tank and went on the tour.  She was a trouper. 

Mom, with our Best Man and good friend who we lost, John Flanagan. 

Mom, pregnant with my brothers.