I miss my mom every day. Today, with the clouds and the off and on rain, it was a reflective day for me....

It's been an interesting year since Mom died. I sometimes (less and less thank God) think of the actual 48 hours when she fell, broke her leg and died within 36 hours.

I just happened to be in Idaho for a visit when...well, all hell broke loose. I think of that a lot. I am so grateful that I was there. I consider it complete fate at it's finest. But it also haunts me, as it was one of the most terrifying events in my life.

Mom was such a champ. I hope to have the same dignity in my final hours.

I deal with my mom's death almost daily with my calls to dad, who - to be honest with you - hasn't done all that well with her gone. She was his complete world, and he is lost without her. He is stuck. I work on moving him forward daily and I hold hope one day he will be able to.

Not yet.

I look for my mom everywhere. She sends me signs all the time. Just recently I was on Forest Avenue on a hot sunny day when I noticed the car in front of me had the license plate: 'MOM'S LV'. Okay, come on. Even if you don't believe in signs - that's a doozy.

I'm not sure why I'm writing about my mom. But I felt compelled to. Call it therapy...thanks for letting me work that out.

Lucy Voornas 4/16/35 - 7/26/14 10:26 pm.