Eight Month Memorial

Eight months seems like an eternity at times and like eight minutes at others. I'm sure someday it will seem like only a distant memory, but I just don't know. I don't think I really want it to. I miss you, Mom, but I know you're in a better place.

Today marks the eighth month since my mom passed away, and I put this together for my dad. He's been wanting this for awhile, but I just wasn't in the mood until recently. The poem is not mine - the funeral home sent it a couple months after the service. The picture is Mom's senior photo. The ring she is wearing is Dad's first gift of jewelery to her. I wear it all the time on my right hand now.

Background photo is free wallpaper from the internet, I think. If it is your photo, please let me know.