A couple of days ago, a friend of mine asked me if it gets easier. His mom died of cancer in the spring.
I could honestly answer "Yes" on this day. I missed Mom on her birthday, I missed Mom on Saturdays when I would call her from work, I missed Mom on my birthday. This year, I had already crossed all the days without both of them, Mom and Dad. I still wish for the smell of her. But, the memories of the time she was sick have lost some of the terror that always rode with them. And now, when I remember, it is warm and sweet.
The title comes from the hymn, "Love Divine, All Loves Excelling" by Charles Wesley. It makes me think of Mom.
