How has it been 30 years?
I was 14 when Mom died. A freshman in high school.
I didn't even realize what day it was until I was watching the Broncos game last night (sorry, Mom, I know you were a HUGE Cowboy's fan) and saw the date on my phone. It hit me that Monday (today) would be 30 years since skin cancer took my mom.
December 8, 1984
She never got to see me graduate.
She wasn't at my wedding.
She wasn't there when her twin grand babies were born.
She won't see them graduate in May.
Cancer fucking sucks.
I miss you, Mom.