Heartache and Laughter

 

I think it’s safe to say we have all had heartaches.  Some are small and some are big.  When I was a teen my mom died.  She was only 40, battled cancer and left us far too soon.  My heart was broken.  I physically was ill and felt like I had an actual hole in my heart.  A part of me was missing.  I can’t even write these words without getting weepy.  The reminder of that pain can actually make my heart hurt like that all over again.  This was all 30, yes THIRTY, years ago. Continue reading