This week marks 18 years since my mother died. Exactly half my life ago. Every day after January 24th, 2014 will mean that I have been alive longer without her, than with her.
Too many things are left unsaid, like "I love you" or "I appreciate you" or "I admit it, Toy Story 3 made me cry." I've decided to jot down some notes that way if something awful happens to me in the near future, my girls will get at least some sense of who I am, who I strive to be and what I value in life.