Where do the days go when a child slips from wide eyed babe to bright eyed woman?
Time on its relentless march with only change in it's trail. Children grow and Omas go, and nothing, no nothing, stays the same. Summer is slipping by just as the moments tick beyond reach. The now precariously perched.
Today I missed mom. It is the first time she has missed Maria's birthday. Reality is trying to peek into the packaged grief.
Thinking about you. Sending you a love filled hug.
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