Today marks four years since my mother passed away. It's cliché sounding I know, but it really doesn't seem that long ago. Her smile and her extended bear hugs remain fresh in my memory. I still get the brief thought to tell her about something exciting happening, especially in her grandson's life, before it hits me that I cannot. So I pray, and I am sure she knows. Frankly I hope the memories and those thoughts that turn to her never fade.