Mom, momma, mommy-
Sharing our memories this month with others by putting my fingers to the keyboard has been a form of therapy for me.

When you left us to enter the heavenly gates on Feb 11, 2022
We were not ready.

We wanted more years, more months, more days, more minutes, more seconds of your beauty and love.
We needed to hear your voice one millions, thousands, hundreds, tens; well at least one more time.
We wished for more memories together – more laughter, more tears, more hugs, more trips, more – you name it.

My daily writing to you and about you may be ending today at the end of this daily writing challenge;
Yet, my writing to you and about you will never end.

Memories will come back and I will write.
Sadness will swarm my body and I will write.
Laughter will ensue and I will write.

I know you are looking down on me and telling me:
Not to cry- because when you were alive you always said you didn’t want us to cry when you left us – that you would be in peace.

You are looking down on me and telling me:
I’m proud of you, your sister, and your nieces and nephews- because you said it often and you put those words in writing too.

You are looking down on me and telling me:
Spend time with those you love. Worry less. Relax more. Don’t let work take over your life – be around those in your life. Work hard, play harder.

You are looking down on me and telling me:
Every time you hear Elvis, see hummingbirds, smell yellow roses –
I am there.
Every time you drink a diet coke, go out to eat, or have chocolate –
I am there.
Every time you celebrate a birthday, a holiday, a graduation, a wedding, a life –
I am there.

Yes, mom. You are there. I feel you each day. I miss you each day. I love you each day.

Yes, mom. You are there. I see you in all that I do.

Yes, mom. I know. You love me and I love you too.

I’m saying it again because I wish I would have said it more.

Mommy – I love you. We love you. You are loved.