That Was The Thing About Best Friends.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.

But Sometimes One Person Can Hold You Up In Life, Keep You Standing, And Without That Hand To Hold, You Can Find Yourself Free-falling No Matter How Strong You Used To Be, No Matter How Hard You Try To Remain Steady.

She'd Been Criticized For Holding The Reins Of Parenthood Too Tightly, Of Controlling Her Children Too Completely, But She Didn't Know How To Let Go. From The Moment She'd First Decided To Become A Mother, It Had Been An Epic Battle.

She Waited For You In A Thousand Different Ways.

I Am Such A Pacific Northwest Girl.