Last Sunday we celebrated Mother's Day and every year I think I write about what a struggle this day still is for me. I guess you would think as years pass by it gets "easier" but each year I think it takes on a new meaning for me. It is not as painful of a day as it once was, but it is still the presence of Lola being gone. She will always be the missing piece to my puzzle. It makes me sad to think and know that another angel mom just celebrated her first Mother's Day with her baby in heaven. That day is horrible, the kind you just want to sleep away because in a perfect world every mother leaves the hospital with their newborn child. She then watches them grow, cherishes each memory, and loves them with her whole heart. The mother of an angel still loves her child with her whole heart but spends her whole life thinking what if or how it would be. I do that a lot. I wishful think of Lola.
Love,
The Mother of an Angel
