Can you see me? Are you here watching Natalie walk...dance...and be goofy...are you able to see Aiden grow into a big kid...one that is so tall...and so full of love?
Mom, in this season of life I'd give anything to talk to you...hear your voice...and seek your advice. I feel I'm left here to seek the advice of others...and it's just not the same.
You always had a different idea...a unique view point that no one else could seem to have and I miss that.
I miss you Mom. I miss the good times...I miss your voice.
Mom...I usually do ok...I toss my smile on and I keep going forward...but, lately the sting of missing you isn't going away...and for some reason it seems to only be growing stronger.
Your birthday is only weeks away...and I'm terrified of that day...and the emotions it might bring.
Mom there is so very much of you in me...I often catch myself doing things that you would do...saying things you might...and in watching my daughter grow I wonder if my deep love for her is the love you had for me.
All I know is that right now it hurts, and I miss you. I feel like a child in my frequent plight and plea to see you, and to hear you. I just want my Mom back and I envy those that still have their Mother's.
I know that God will use this to make me stronger...but in all of my stubbornness I just am not interested in being much stronger.
Pastor Ryan says we will work in Heaven...and it gives me peace to think of you gardening...
I miss you Mom so much...and right now I just wish you were here with me.