Today is the 3rd anniversary of my mother's passing from ovarian cancer. Sometimes it feels like so long ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday. I even dream about her from time to time. I look around my house and my cube at work and I see reminders of her every day in her artwork. I see things in stores or at the flower auction that I know she would have loved. She would be so proud of Tessa and how she is growing up. I hope that she is looking down on us and smiling.