It’s hard to believe we’re approaching a year since my mom passed away. This photo was from her 60th birthday party—one of my favorite memories. I had flown in to surprise her, and the look on her face was priceless. She passed on May 14, 2024, at 77 years old.
I miss our talks—especially the way she’d give advice about people, places, and all the unpredictable things life throws at you. You never truly grasp the depth of the void until your mom is gone.
She was honest to a fault—whether you were ready to hear it or not. 😄 She was strong, educated, compassionate, and unwavering in who she was. The world feels a little less bright without her in it.
We didn’t always see things the same way, but I always knew she was in my corner. Always.
As I move through this chapter of life, I find myself wishing for her guidance more than ever. Her absence has shaken every part of me—my routines, my relationships, even my spirituality.
I still wrestle with the “why”—why she had to get such a rare illness, why it happened the way it did. And honestly, I’ve found myself asking where God was in all of it. I used to feel much closer to Him, but now... even that connection feels strained. Well all I can do is take one step at a time forward. That's the best I can do right now.
To bad there isn't a GPS for life. Until later battle on.