Three Years

Three years ago yesterday, my mother died.  She was released from the broken body which contained her loving spirit for 3+ years after a severe stroke that left her in a vegetative condition and existing in a nursing home.

Three years ago today, I was in the basement of my parents' home working on the picture boards that would be placed in the narthex during her visitation and services.

Rarely a day goes by that I don't think of my mother and I miss her very, very much.