of mothers and daughters

My mom died seven years ago today.

Long before we even started trying, I was sad my children wouldn’t get to meet her. She was a wonderful mom and would have been a great grandma. Perhaps, somewhere in the back of my mind, I worried I might leave my children too soon, like she had to leave me, leave us. But the thought that they might meet her first didn’t occur to me until it was almost too late.


8 thoughts on “of mothers and daughters

  1. My mom also died before getting the chance to meet her grandchildren (as did my father-in-law). One thing that gives me comfort is thinking that they both already met our future babies and will know them before I will. It makes me smile just a little.
    You are in my thoughts and prayers.

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