In Remembrance
Hi, Mom,
Six years. That's what today marks. Six years without you here. I smile about you. I cry. I wonder.
I smile with many of the memories that catch me at odd moments. Quick random thoughts when something reminds me of you. Hearing a song on the radio. The smell of fresh flowers. Looking at the few photos I have. The feel of the quilt you made.
I cry thinking of everything you're not here for. Not here to spoil your grandkids. Not here to roll your eyes in aggravation at Dad. Not here to chat with friends and family. Not here to see your children living life as adults.
I wonder what you're thinking and how you're feeling about everything you see. Have I made you proud? Even when I'm struggling through my darkest moments? Are you smiling even when I'm not?
One year of time . . . 365 days . . . 12 months . . . 4 seasons. I've struggled to find the words to describe the past year for me. I've moved yet again, made new connections and tried to strengthen the old ones. Said goodbye to Grandma A and welcomed a new niece.
And what does the next year hold? I don't know. I really don't know.
Link to the 2010 letter: http://marauderswolf.livejournal.com/117911.html#cutid1
Six years. That's what today marks. Six years without you here. I smile about you. I cry. I wonder.
I smile with many of the memories that catch me at odd moments. Quick random thoughts when something reminds me of you. Hearing a song on the radio. The smell of fresh flowers. Looking at the few photos I have. The feel of the quilt you made.
I cry thinking of everything you're not here for. Not here to spoil your grandkids. Not here to roll your eyes in aggravation at Dad. Not here to chat with friends and family. Not here to see your children living life as adults.
I wonder what you're thinking and how you're feeling about everything you see. Have I made you proud? Even when I'm struggling through my darkest moments? Are you smiling even when I'm not?
One year of time . . . 365 days . . . 12 months . . . 4 seasons. I've struggled to find the words to describe the past year for me. I've moved yet again, made new connections and tried to strengthen the old ones. Said goodbye to Grandma A and welcomed a new niece.
And what does the next year hold? I don't know. I really don't know.
Link to the 2010 letter: http://marauderswolf.livejournal.com/117911.html#cutid1