Mom was my best friend
by Pamela Syck
I told her this more than once. I don't know how many times. I came to see her every weekend. She only lived about 47 miles away, and I would drive to visit either Friday or Saturday. It feels strange not to do that any more. It is so bizarre to be at her house and she is not there! The emptiness and sadness is awful. To see her suffer was the worst experience of my life.
We did lots of stuff together, and she always looked forward to me coming home. I know she was probably alone a lot, and that bothers me. She didn't like being alone, no matter how annoying my sister, niece and nephew were! She enjoyed our time together. We would eat out, shop, or just look around. We watched movies and talked. She had a good sense of humor, and we shared a lot of laughs! I just want to cry when I think that those precious moments are gone! I miss you so much, Mom!
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