I miss her…

The death of a loved one doesn’t always feel real.
Especially when they were your person.

My Mom was my best friend.

I feel empty.
I feel alone… even when I know I am not.

I told my husband it feels like my timeline shifted.
Like I was driving straight—and suddenly got pushed off road.
Everything feels different now. Rough. Unfamiliar.

Some days it hits me out of nowhere—
“She’s not here.”

Not in a dramatic way.
Just… a quiet, heavy reminder.

I’m still processing her sickness more than her passing.
Those last few months… they stay with me.

I know she’s no longer suffering.
I know she’s at peace.

But my heart still aches for what she went through.

It’s been 7 months.
And in some ways… it is getting easier.
I feel stronger.

But I still sit in quiet moments and think about her.
I let myself feel it.

Because somehow… that’s where I still feel close to her…when it’s super quiet.

I miss telling her good news.
I miss her caring about me.

No one replaces your Mom.
No one.