To the ethereal memories of the one I have called Mom. Happy Mother’s Day. This is the first one without you, and you have been gone less than one month. If I could write you a card, and you could read it, there is one thing I would want you to know. You mattered. No matter how small this world makes us feel, by literal size, or in how short a while we get to live here, you mattered.
I am to the point where I do not cry every day now. It is not easy. I think of you, and when I do my heart flutters and instantly my eyes want to water up, and I have to change the subject of the conversation I have with myself in my mind. I cannot hardly see to write this now. But that’s something I just have to work with.
Also, I thought today that if ever someone might ask me how my mother was, I may tell them, “She was young, and that is all you need to know.” It refers to ‘Only The Good Die Young.” I also makes me wonder why I didn’t ever see it coming. I should have always known.
Happy Mother’s Day, mom. I love you. I miss you so much.