I miss her more than I can say. It's days like these when I wish I were a poet, so I could weave a beautiful basket of words full of sentiments.
She lived 93 years, which gave us ample time to argue, fuss, travel, laugh, and eventually - switch places. I got the privilege of taking care of her for the last few years.
Nothing dramatic (she was always sharp and clear), but I made the appointments, the reservations, the grocery lists, drove the car. Like that.
Love your moms, people. Forgive, move on, give hugs. Always.