This picture holds three of my moms favorite things, sunflowers, papaya and Rocco. Today marks one year and a half since God welcomed you with open arms.
While I was at the store the papaya caught my eye. At the same time your voice entered my head, your laughter entered my ears and I could see your smile in my eyes giggling saying the word papaya over and over because you loved how the word sounded. I started to laugh thinking of you. I decided to get the papaya and allow more memories to fill my thoughts. Like how each time we had it you would be filled with joy. (I loved how you appreciated the little things just as much a the big things.) Each time you always told the exchange students to bring some when they came back home, you would say “it’s best in Brazil” When this entered my mind I wondered if you had enough time to eat papaya and laugh while saying the word a million times over on your last trip to Brazil, I hope so. If not I’m sure heavens papaya is even better.
My body misses your warm hug, but my heart and soul still feels you in every dream and butterfly. I love you mom.
Ps. Rocco likes the papaya too
