The third anniversary of my Mom's passing is approaching too soon, three years's of missing her, of my heart aching, missed conversations and missed daily phone calls. See, my Mom was my cheer leader, she told me everyday how proud she was of me and how much she loved her grandchildren. My four girls still talk about their Nana, and every year on April 2nd, we buy four balloons which each of them personalizes with a special heartfelt message to Nana. We then send them off to heaven, a symbolic gesture intended to aid in their healing, and quite frankly helps their Mommy heal too.

Cancer is a bitch, and cancer took my Mom away to soon, from my Dad, my brother and my SIL, myself, my husband and all ten grandchildren. If you are lucky enough to still have your Mom, do me a favor and send her some love today, and live everyday with no regrets. I miss being able to call for worldly advice which we all know can only be dispensed by our mothers. Her wonderful insightful guidance was always top of my list each day. I truly believe she is proud of the mom that I am, and hope that she watches over me daily to see that I am okay.