P.S. Wish You Were Here

Contemplation Time:

The last beach vacay I ever went on was with Mom in Jamaica, right before she got diagnosed. We rode a boat to go snorkeling (kind of), we went drinking, dancing, there was even a wedding going on right next to where we swam. The waters were clear. So much fun and so much laughter. She and Greg (her bestie) came out on this vacation because I wanted to go somewhere and thought she would be the best person to bring along. And I was right. My mom was amazing.

The thing about missing a parent is that it's something that never goes away. I miss her on the daily. And sometimes, even in a beautiful place like Hawaii, I just need a day to myself where I can cry and be sad. 

P.S. I wish you were here.