Hold Tight To the Memories
The fear of forgetting who she is scares me.
Her voice greeting me with a pet name when I return home.
The way she smells.
How she fits in my arms for a hug.
The little things that she would do to care for me.
The words of encouragement and advice; sometimes unsolicited.
It would be an understatement to say that I am so incredibly scared that I am losing the small pieces of her with each day being the longest that I have lived without her. Now that she is gone, there are pieces of her that I cannot get back, cannot relive, cannot have and hold onto too. I would trade anything in the world for pieces of her again.
But I will forever have her memories, the way she carved out my childhood, how she raised me. These I hold tightly to as precious, treasured gifts that will never leave me. These are core pieces of who I am today. I am so grateful for this.
I miss you mom.
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