
The boys and I went up to Mariposa Gardens today to visit my mom's grave and put some new flowers in her vase. Brayden picked out a pink rose, but couldn't quite understand why he couldn't take it home with him. How to you explain all that to a 3 year old? I am sad that neither of them will ever know her. I try to show Brayden pictures and talk about her, hoping to keep her memory around. As it gets closer to it being 1 year since she passed away, March 27th, I find myself thinking about her a lot. One whole year has already gone by...one year of memories she was not a part of. I still find myself wanting to pick up the phone to call her while I'm driving, just like I always did. I miss her.
