Dear Mom…

Like you’d do that.  I know, seriously?

But anyway, I hope your day was good.  I hope you know we missed you.  I missed you.

I still miss you.

Every day.

It amazes me and it should please you that my life is filled with people who tried so very hard to make this first Mother’s Day without you into something better than it ever could be.

My village.  I am their idiot.

But there really wasn’t much hope for that happening.  Tears came and went.  My heart felt like the cloudy sky.  Somewhat leaden, full, like a blister that needed to drain.

I’ve never been good with being this connected.  I don’t know how really.  But I am.  And that’s good for me.  Because my key connection to this world before was you.  I was connected to you.

And now I’m not.

I love you.  I miss you.  I hope your day was great.  Mine was, at times, but at other times it was not.  Laughter and tears.  Joy and sorrow.  Of such is my life made now.  And always.

And memories.  That all begin with…

You.

My Mother.

On Mother’s Day, and every day.

Always.

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