I think it has been nearly a year since my last post. Admittedly I feel like a very different person. I have had so many lessons unwanted and unwelcomed, but being the person I am I faced them all with my head held high like my mother taught me to do. Mothers are supposed to know best, how does one accept that a lesson they were taught maybe was not best? My mother has been gone for 13 years now. I have missed her more this past year than ever before. I am reflecting and trying to figure out why. I do not want to miss her, she is in a better place it is selfish of me to wish she was here.