February creeped in. The mixed feelings of trust and loneliness. There is good and bad. Today I am a 16 year old girl, who lost her mom so suddenly at age 14. Now after two years of picking up the pieces I am rewriting my story.
My moms life, her story is not only about the ending, the death. It is so much more. It is everything before and everything after. I am apart of her and she apart of me. She was spectacular.
I am now getting to know her even more though stories and pictures. Seeing our similarities.
Today does not have to be a sad day here down on earth. Look up and see heaven is celebrating. Two years ago today my mom became an angel. She hugged God and met Jesus and she got to see her daddy again.
Through deep sadness there is deep joy. Sorrow and celebration. A mixture between life and death, dark and light. What is more simple than balance
Missing you mom is everything but easy. It is so complex. It does not go away, it comes in waves. I love you, I love us.
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