Empty.

I should probably write something today. Right? Anything. It is after all 365 days since we lost mom. Her "angelversary" (blah, yuck, gag...these are the words the come up after that word).

But I have nothing profound to say. I am empty without her. 

My mom isn't an angel or at least that is not who I remember of her. She was incredible, but she was not supernatural. Far from it. She had flaws, most of which we share.

Don't get me wrong I find great solace in the fact one day we will be re-united in heaven. But, I don't want to remember her as some heavenly being. I want to remember her as my...well as my mom.

...and she was a damn great one.