Sunday, November 5, 2017


 I drove myself to the cemetery my mom is buried in for the first time this past week. I've always gone with my dad but there was comfort in going alone.  When I reached out to touch her headstone I never wanted to let go, I felt connected to her and would do anything to continue that warmth. 

I miss my mom everyday and can't begin to describe what it's like to live without her. But I also know she is by my side as my angel. Sure, I'd prefer to have her here to hangout with but I know she has not forgotten me, I can see her hand in numerous details of my life. 

After all, I'm her girl.

I love you mom.

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