Missing Mama

This is a hard day. It is the fifth anniversary of my mama, Sandra Armstrong’s passing. I think of her everyday and miss always.

As time goes on that we had such a complicated relationship seems so unimportant now. I think less of the bad times and more of the good ones. Mostly, I just think about my mama. The Christmas,” the days we cooked dinner together, the times we would talk and laugh. I wish we could have those times again. You shaped me into the man I’ve become. I love you mama. No one can replace you.

Sandra Ware Armstrong

July 3rd 1947-November 14th, 2017

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