Right around this time of day four years ago my mom passed away. In thinking about her today I remember how very much she wished to be a grandmother. I know that if she had loves to see Cheryl and I be foster parents she would have loved them as much as her own parents loved her.
We never know when the last time will be the time until we can look at it from the other side. It reminds me a lot that we need to treat each day as a gift.