A mother’s arms are more comforting than anyone else’s. -Diana, Princess of Wales
Over the past three months, I’ve come to realize just how true that statement is. Even during the latter stages of her illness, there were days when I would walk into Eason House and she would wrap her arms around me in a giant embrace. During those moments, she was the mother again, and I was the daughter, just as it was supposed to be. And I could feel how much she loved me…
She left us exactly three months ago today, and if I were granted a single wish, it would be to feel the comfort of a “mom hug” one more time…
The Long and Winding Road... 