Today it's been 5 years since I lost my mom to cancer.
This year she would have turned 63.
I miss her everyday, but the anniversary of her death always seems to bring about more pain than all of the other 364 days of the year.
I wish she were here.
I wish she could see how my kids have grown.
If she were here today, she would be sitting with them and gushing over their progress reports, explaining how important school is, and surprising them with treats and rewards for their hard work.
If she were here today, she'd be in the stands at the boys' basketball games cheering louder than anyone.
She'd be able to see the loving mothers that my sister and I have become because of her.
She'd be able to know my husband and be happy I finally found a really good guy.
I know she knows these things, but I want to see her joy and I want to see her smile.