I Miss Thee, My Mother

“I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still the deepest impressed on my heart.” ~ Eliza Cook Eleven years ago today, I lost my mother. It still hurts like hell, but it’s no longer the sharp pain of a fresh knife wound. Over the years, the pain has turned into more of a dull ache. I’ve come to live with the strange feeling of being motherless. It’s a feeling of being unmoored at sea, [...]