Three years.
She's here. I am carrying one of her purses right now. When someone compliments it I smile and say "Thanks! It was my Mom's!" It still has one of her 'business cards' in it. She had them printed when she retired. It's more of a calling card. In bright yellow on a green background there is a speech bubble that reads "Hi There!". And on the back, next to her number (the same one that's still in my phone as "Mom" and shows up on my favorites in my car) it says "Living like someone left the gate open". She's here. I wear one of her wedding rings every day. Her white chunky sweater with the hole in the side hangs in my closet. She's with me every time I put on a bright color. She's here when my teenager is angsty gently reminding me I was there once and I came out ok (Actually she would say I came out better than ok. She would say marvelous or stellar or stupendous with lots of exclamation points.). She makes her ...