Heading to bed listening to my playlist entitled, “Mom”. Songs that either remind me of her because they talk about moms, describe her, or songs that we both liked. Also has one or two songs of encouragement too. It’s an odd mixture of sadness, mixed with some memories. Maybe a little hope in the mix. I still miss her though, I say ‘still’ sometimes and it’s like, “what, do you expect not to?”…Perhaps not. No, I don’t expect to stop missing her. Talking to my friend today, she reminded me that it is still fresh. & that’s very true.