Summer 1980 - me and my sister with our mom, Ermalee Crosby
(a few months before our brother was born)
It's been 11 years, 9 months and 23 days since I saw you alive. Yet there are still moments (or days) when I'm struggling with life and the only person I want to talk to is you. The older I get, the more I wish I could hear your opinions and find out how you dealt with the rough patches in life. There are so many things I never thought to ask you... and now it's too late.
Mom, I miss you.
