Can I call you Anna?
My fifth Mother's Day without my mom. Thinking back, it's hard to believe it's been nearly five years, but at times, it feels like it's been a century, such a long and terrible journey without her. I miss her with all my heart, even as I celebrate another great mother in my life tomorrow, I wish it was her. I wish I could be in her arms again as a child and let her stroke my hair one last time. I only cry on Mother's Day really. Her birthday and her deathday, I understand. But Mother's Day... The one day I see those around me giving back to the women who raised them, who loved them, who gave them everything they could.
This is what I want more than anything. I would give up the next sixty or so years of my life if I could just spend one more day with her, as friends, as adults for the first time, and most importantly, as mother and child, two heartbeats in one body, one soul spread across two minds.
I miss you, Mama, as always.
This is what I want more than anything. I would give up the next sixty or so years of my life if I could just spend one more day with her, as friends, as adults for the first time, and most importantly, as mother and child, two heartbeats in one body, one soul spread across two minds.
I miss you, Mama, as always.