Its been a hard day. Eleven years ago today my mother passed away. I was only ten, so every year its hard on me. I felt like I was robbed of so much.
It could have been harder, though. My best friend and my fiancee accompanied me to the gravesite. It was the first year I made it on her deathdate. It was nice to have their morale support. And they both knew better than to try to comfort me with the "She's in a better place" or "Everything happens for reason" (they are both religious,… Continue