Five years ago today, my mom lost her battle with pancreatic cancer. For months afterward, the 17th held a weird, indefinable significance. Not so much anymore, but my favorite season, autumn, has taken on a more-than-melancholy feeling for me since 2006.
I’ve been thinking about her all day, and I will be all week; a week from today, on October 24, she would have turned 70.
But for now, I’m just remembering. And I’m spending this Monday evening watching one of her favorite TV shows, Dancing with the Stars. And missing her.
My mom is the beautiful blonde lady with the sweet smile: