What a difference a year makes

This time last year I was angry with my mom. She was an easy person to like but at times a hard a person to love. Growing up my friends always thought I had the coolest, hippest mom. But she could be extremely stubborn and emotional. In my 31 years with her I never heard her say the words "I'm sorry". One thing I have learned is that everyone at some point has a reason to be sorry and that was the source of my anger a year ago. Of course now I feel awful and would do anything to go back. I would have never thought it was the last summer I would have her in my life, the last summer the kids would have to remember her. It eats away me that maybe I could have done something different to change last summer. She was unwilling to change herself for anyone, which was obnoxious, but I guess kind of admirable too. Maybe Abigail gets her strong will from her Grandma. She's still my mom even though she's not here with me and I love her and except her for who she was. She may have driven me crazy on occasion but she taught me to be happy in the moment and care deeply for everyone. It turns out a year makes all the difference; anger and forgiveness, endless worry and complete devastation, but always Love. I'll always love you ma, stubbornness and all.