9 years ago today, my mom passed away. Almost a third of my life has been spent walking through a journey of grief and loss, healing and hope. And in honor of this day, of the anniversary of the moment in time when that journey began, I’m going to share so thoughts about my mum and loss and healing. Indulge me and read along? It’s long, but I think it’ll be worthwhile. By the age of 29, my mom, who grew up in a town of a few hundred people in Iowa, had gone to college in Sioux Falls, South Dakota, taught in Minnetonka, Minnesota, travelled all over Europe, and…