Yup, it's that time of year again. It was around this time of year 5 years ago that I lost my best friend...only I didn't know she was my best friend until she was gone.
Yup, I'm talking about my mom. She always told me she was my best friend, but as usual, I didn't listen and as usual, I find her to have been correct.
Each year gets a little easier, but not less sad.
The broken heart is mending...and I'm not as mad.
Seeing things in a much clearer light
and yes, even a brighter future for me is in my sight.
Time moves on.
Time waits for no one.