11 Things I Miss About My Mom on The Anniversary Of Her Death
My mother died one year ago on the 17th November 2015. I somehow survived one full lap around the sun without my guiding light. Grief is an emotional vampire that, at times, sucked me dry of my reserve. I felt trapped in an endless, starless night...unable to see the dawn. So, I faked it. I smiled through the crippling pain. I laughed through the unrelenting heartache. I rejoiced through the hot tears that burned my cheeks. I didn't curl up in the fetal position to mourn my mommy because she never gave me that example during her 4 year duel with breast cancer. She wanted more for me, and I wanted more for her. Don't get me wrong -- I host pity parties for one -- but I don't overstay my welcome. Even though my mother's no longer here, she showed me the way. And I still ache for her guidance every day. Here's 11 things I miss about my beloved mother, Agatha Ng. 1. I miss the way she answer the phone. She was the only I person I knew who would alwa...