Just checking in

I found this photo of my mom and me from when I was in my 30s.  I'd totally forgotten I had it.  On March 2nd, it will be six years since she died of complications from advanced non-alcoholic cirrhosis of the liver.  We had a very complicated relationship (aren't most adult child/parent ones that way?) Sometimes I miss her, and sometimes I'm angry at her for things I still struggle with.  It's kind of a toss-up.  But right now, I'm missing her.