"You Still Have Me" by Liz Flaherty

I wrote this a few years back, but I've been thinking of my mother-in-law a lot. Missing her. Thinking of perfect things and being glad I've heard them. Felt them. Thanks for reading.

"You still have me."

It was 1982, the week of my mother's funeral. I was 32 and my life was everything I wanted. I had a husband and three kids who were my world, a job I liked, a house I loved, and enough money to pay the bills if we were careful. 

And I was overwhelmed. It was a bad year in the marriage--you have th...