I miss my mom. Even though I have children and grandchildren of my own, my mother was still an important part of my life. I used to call her often, and we always talked on major holidays. She would have called, or I would have called her on Thanksgiving day.

There was no call since she passed away on November 2. The funeral is done, many tears shed, people notified, her apartment cleared out, legal stuff taken care of, and I’m back home and back to my (mostly) normal schedule.

But there’s a hole in my life where she used to be. It’s a wound that will eventually scab over, I know, but it will never heal entirely.  I’m not sure I’d want it to.