...and it's not pretty. My dad came over for dinner and brought lime pie. I was planning on being scarb free until tomorrow night (when we have a planned homemade burrito and Three Amigos night). But, seriously: LIME. I had a tiny piece. Even so.
Well, I just did something stupid and glanced at some of the correspondence I received when my mom died. It's three years ago this month. My sisters were...not helpful (If you don't know the story, consider yourself lucky).
It's been three years, but I still really miss her. But duh, of course I do. She was my mom. She wasn't easy, but she was my mom.
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