Three weeks and counting...

My mom passed away on March 7th of this year. It's been really hectic around the house. I've been faced with not only losing my dearest mother, but a companion, a friend, an Increible resource and an amazing game partner. Is something I feel I need to suffer alone as no one else can even begin to fathom what my mind goes through with every memory and sound.

She was the strongest person I know, she took on pancreatitis (doctors believed it was cancer), and recovered while her husband passed away (my step dad, one of the most wonderful people I was blessed with encountering in my life).

Her strength was contagious, having our house burn down was only a new start. Losing ourselves was never an option, a true warrior my mother gave me everything I needed to be strong as well.

And yet in missing her I am feeling weak. She was everything to me and through her memory I will keep her alive.

Mom, wherever you are this will never be a good bye, but a farewell, and a we will meet again, may the tides go in our favor and the winds push us closer.