A year ago today I left for England for a month, my mom drove me to the airport and then was going to drive down to South Florida to visit with her cousin for a week. Her leaving me at the airport check in was the last time I saw her, she died unexpectedly of a heart attack a week later and a day later, on August 2nd. So today is a weird day. I re-ran the whole scenario in my head 1,000 times, what if I didn't go to England (I was going to see my then fiance, now husband)? What if I knew it was the last day I would see her? What would I say? Do? Would I change anything? I don't think I would. Everything happens for a reason, and now a year later, I know I was meant to be away when she passed. I don't think I could have coped being here when it happened, it was hard enough coming home a few days after I found out. But part of me wishes I could go back to a year ago today, give her another hug before I left, and tell her I loved her.