I am missing my mother who went to be with the Lord at the start of this year.
Sundays carry her memory the loudest it was the day I would visit her where we shared time and the day she was finally laid to rest. So yes, it hits different.
I missed her today, quietly. So quietly no one noticed. But I noticed. I saw you in the old photos, in the words you used to send me, in those simple times that feel so far away and near now.
I wrestle between holding on so tightly as am afraid to forget and grieving the things I have already forgotten without meaning to.
It leaves me sad and frustrated that our story together feels paused when it should have gone on. There was still so much to share! So much to laugh about and so many memories yet to make.
I missed you quietly today. And no one noticed.
You know I love you and I am sure that you love me.
I was scared of living without you but the love you showed me when you were still here is pushing me on as the saying goes; one day at a time.
I don’t want to shame you. I am strong for you and for me. I will love you always, Mum.
TUHAME ❤️
