Until That Day

It has certainly been a long time since I sat down and wrote out my thoughts. Between chasing a very active baby around, working, and living life, it seems like I have zero time to myself anymore.

I feel like life has been a major journey the last few months, and the train that used to ride smoothly, with maybe a few bumps along the way, has finally derailed.

My mom passed away on October 27th 2017, and since she’s been gone, life as I knew it, has forever changed. She was a wonderful person, tortured on a daily basis by a body that was riddled with sickness. Although we all knew her terminal illness would take her away from us, we never expected it to be so soon.

I wasn’t sure how I was going to approach this issue in writing. I don’t want to sit at this computer and focus on that day, at least not right now, but rather, I want to focus on the happiness my mom brought to my life before that miserable Friday.

Sharon Joan Bozic……where do I start?


My mom was a beautiful soul, and an equally fantastic mother. She always put others before herself, and loved God, her husband, and children, with every ounce of her being. She wanted nothing more in life, than to spend every moment with her best friend, and husband of 35 years, and loved him more than life itself. She prayed for her family daily, listened to our problems, put up with our tantrums, and could dish out the sass of a thousand divas when pushed over the edge.

A daily fighter, she kept her feisty personality until the the end. She lived a hard life, a life of constant hospital visits, but rarely complained. She dealt with a body that was 10 times its age, but she fought hard, and she continued to have the perseverance of a champion, determined to make every minute count.

I am so glad you aren’t suffering anymore mom, and that you get so spend the rest of your life in peace and happiness, alongside those whom you have lead to Christ, but life sucks without you.

You were the first person I talked to on the phone every morning, you were the last person I talked to on FaceTime before I closed my eyes for the night, and you were the one I worried about every time I opened my eyes in the middle of the night, checking my phone to see if someone had called to tell me you weren’t doing well. Now, I find myself still picking up my phone to call you, but realizing I cannot anymore, and that’s what hurts the most, realizing you will never hear your mom say, “I love you,” anymore.


Thank you for being a wonderful human being. Thank you for always being there for me when I needed you. Thank you for showing me how to be a good wife, and mother. I wish you could be here to spend just one more holiday with us, but I am glad you aren’t hurting anymore. I wish I could put my arms around you one more time, because I would never let you go.

Until we see each other again, I love you.