For quite a number of days now, I have been gradually feeling more depressed, thinking of the approaching first anniversary of my daughters passing, which is today. I layed awake last night thinking about her and this morning I realized that I was dwelling on thoughts of her struggle for years with cancer and of the helplessness and sadness I felt as I watched her slip away. She was such a strong and brave person, where I on the other hand tend to run away or hide from hurtful things.
I have to change my train of thought to the wonderful memories I have of her before cancer changed our lives. There are so many and I'm hoping that will brighten my day. I can actually hear her voice saying, "Come on! Get over it already Mom!" Her sense of humor was unending and that is only one of the things I will never forget. And I will never get over it!