Never Better

It's been three months now since my mother passed away. I still cry every day. Wherever I go, whatever I do, I still feel the loss. I miss her hugs, her daily phone calls to check on her girls, her saying "love you more"...I miss her presence. Well-meaning people say "it gets better" or "it gets easier" with time. If they mean that I'll only cry once a day instead of once an hour, they're right. If they mean, eventually, the heartache won't be so raw it drives me to my knees anymore, they may be right. But, in all my imaginings, I cannot think of a day that will come when it'll be better that my mom is no longer here. "Easier", perhaps. Different, yes. That's how my cousin put it about life without her mom{my dear Aunt Pat}. That's more accurate...life is different without Mom. But, never better.