Jan 13th would have been my mom's 55th birthday. She has been gone almost 9 years now. The grief never really goes away. Everyone says that it gets easier with time, but I think that's just something that people tell you to make themselves feel better. I do, however, take comfort in having bits of my mom through the house. My mom's style was never my style...oh no...quite opposite, yet her home always felt loving and comfy.
The statue is something that my Dad purchased for her just a few short months before she passed. She just fell in love with in when she saw it. Knowing how much she adored it, it was one of her items that have a special place in our home. What she always taught me was that the people inside the house is what makes it a home and our home wouldn't be complete without a piece of her.
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