I always face Mothers Days with sadness and some dread.It's hard to watch everyone while out and about celebrating with their Mother or Mother figures at brunch. I wish mine was still here with me.I lost my mother in 2000 from Ovarian Cancer, and it still feels like yesterday.We were pretty low key and if she was alive we would probably be side by side in the kitchen this Sunday making some sort of feast . She was my best friend and confidant. While she's no longer physically here on this earth , I know she's with me in my heart. That's what she promised me before she died and I feel it everyday. In a way she lives on through this blog. You see, she was the extraordinary writer and baker, things I never had much interest in before, .It was my mother that encouraged me to dream, dare, and just be me. She was self sacrificing, nurturing, and full of love . As I grow older I see and understand her more through my looks, mannerisms, experiences, and journeys . I am her, Little Jackie , as the family likes to say. I'm grateful to all my great aunts and aunts who are still there for me and promised my Mother that they would watch over me. Their support has made these past years more bearable.To all the mothers and mother figures everywhere, whether here physically or in our hearts. You are loved.