I lost my mom when I was 12 and cancer took her away from me.
I lost her again when I met my first boyfriend.
I lost her again when I navigated the murky waters of high school.
I lost her again on the day I got married.
I lost her again in the delivery room as I gave birth to her grandchildren.
I lost her again as I struggled to know what to do as a new mom.
I lost her again every Mother’s Day as sadness lingered just beneath the joy I felt as a mother to two children she never got a chance to meet.
I lost her again as I crept closer to the age she was when she died, letting my breath out as that milestone passed me by.
I lost her again the day my daughter got married.
I lost her again both times I welcomed my own grandchildren into this world.
I lost her again today as I received good news, news she would have rejoiced in, news I’ll never get to share.
I haven’t stopped losing my mom since I was 12.