- kristina Kunzi
- Feb 5
- 1 min read

It's been 8 months since my mom left and what I get stuck on most these days is all the things she's missing. So many things - important things - like birthdays, Christmas, the birth of a new family member. And all the little things like hearing a new song, going for a drive, or looking at the winter sky. Her precious life, her blessed moments are over. The hardest part to digest - wrap my head around - work through is that my mom will never be here again for any of the big, little and future moments. People will tell me, she is with you, she is around and I know that. I believe that. But it's different. She doesn't get to sing Happy Birthday again, she'll never know what it's like to eat pasta in Italy, or talk to her grandchildren. How do you find peace in that? You don't, you just have a better understanding of how precious life is. Our lives get to keep going but hers just stopped one day. That single thought hurts like hell. My heart breaks for her loss. Her missed moments. And now all those big and little moments that we celebrate will always be both beautiful and sad.