This is something I never wanted to write so I’m going to keep it brief. On Monday after work, I found out my mom Judy Blake-Krickovich had passed. Even writing those words now I still don’t believe it but it is true. This is a blow to my heart that I will never truly recover from. I talked to a friend earlier today who said something that made sense to me “It'll come in waves at random times, and it never fully heals, but eventually it's like a scar. It's crazy how similar it is to a wound but I do think it's evident of the love that was there.” That was my experience when my grandparents died, that is now like a scar. But Mom is a fresh wound that will take longer before it's a scar.
Here is her Obituary:
I love you Mom and I will always miss you.