This is one of my favorite photos of my mother. She looks so pretty, despite clearly being under the weather. She wrestled with her own depression demons, at a time when nobody talked about such things. Still, she never gave up on getting through the storm. Notice that she’s reading her scriptures.
TIE O’ THE DAY has only one thing to say this morning, and I’m yelling it in my head: IT HAS BEEN 122 DAYS SINCE I HAVE BEEN ABLE TO HUG MY MOM, AND I DON’T LIKE IT ONE BIT! I understand the reasons it has to be so, and I’m grateful Millard Care and Rehab keeps her so very safe and entertained. But understanding why something has to be the way it is does not make it any easier for me to not hug my mother for 122 days in a row. A hug over the phone is just not the real thing.