Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 52:

So today is the last of my year long 52 weeks blog.  I end it with this loving memory of my mom.  She was a strong woman, she loved God, she loved her husband, and she loved her family.

She was loved, and will be missed dearly.  I learned so many things from mom, and so hrateful I had this time to spend with her. So proud to be her daughter.  I love you mom, always and forever.

Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 51:

No matter what, there was love.  No matter the situation, there was love. It was truly till death do they part.  It has been a year now yesterday.  It still hurts like the beginning.  I cried so much, but life, life moves forward; whether you cry or not.

This has been quite the year…  the struggle is real, but my God is more real, and I know that He watches over me, and my family.

One more week left in this journey, it has been a long task, but one I can see my healing beginning.  It will take a bit, I just needed a start.  I love you mom.

Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 50:

It was a beautiful day, the geese and ducks were full of bread, and this was a great shot of mom and jr, time just enjoying what they enjoy…  time together at their favorite fishing hole.  I miss this.  Much love mom.

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Week 49:

They may not have had the greatest marriage of all times, but there was plenty of love.  Even though hes moved on, he hasn’t moved on.  I can hear it in his voice when I talk to him, she was definatly his rock.  No matter what.  God, she is so missed.   I love you mom.

Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 48:

I often wondered, what was you thinking about.   Was it just hurry up and take this photo, so I can get out of this blazing sun, or just ponering the way life goes…  either way, it was a good day for a photo.  Love you mom.

Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 46:

Today, would have been my mom’s 67th Birthday.  Today, I get to remember her.  Today, I get to show photos of her; today.

This photo represents my family, brother and sister, and mom.  May you rest in peace, and eternally know how much you are missed.  Much love mom.

Fifty-Two Weeks of My Healing…

Week 45:

Mom in her younger years…  she smoked for a long time, and I was happy when she finally stopped at age 43, of course it took a heart attack to make it happen.  My mom was caring, she would give you the shirt off her back, or her last.  But never mistake that caring, or kindness for a weaknesd.  She would shut you down in a cowboy second.  As I have stated, my mom was the strongest person I have known in my life.  May you rest in peace strong woman.  I love and miss you.