I am a mother who does not have my mother. For some reason I cannot wrap my head around this. I am strong yet, I am missing a big piece. It continues to affect me in ways I never expected and I am surprised to still be feeling such a huge loss. How does this define who I am? How different would I be if I had my mother to help me mother these last 2.5 years? Would we all be better off? How has my loss affected Olivis life? Ahhh the questions I drive myself crazy with....
