When my mom passed away, I imagined reaching this day and honestly, I didn’t know how I would make it this long without her. I know that over time, I’ve lost a lot of my emotion towards things. It’s something that is hard for me because I think I wasn’t an overly emotional person before her death and now I rarely show emotion at all. Even the kids I coach say that I really have no emotion. I give it to them straight and that’s just my personality. Pairing this up with the fact that I’m fiercely independent, I know I can come off as a tough nut to crack. It takes a lot for me to let people in and to really share some of my feelings. I really struggle with asking for help and accepting it. I’d rather just do everything by myself, which actually is one of the reasons why I do well with B’s work schedule and him being gone from home so often. But I never imagined what my life would look like ten years later and how happy I could be while still missing a big part of my heart.