I Know If Your Mom Was Still Alive, She Would Be So Proud Of You
I know if your mom was still alive, she would be in awe of the things you’ve accomplished, of the person you’ve become and are growing into.
I know if your mom was still alive, she would be in awe of the things you’ve accomplished, of the person you’ve become and are growing into.
Sometimes I wonder if the people we lose are forever in us. And I wonder if we can honor their memory in how we live and love, even after they’re gone.
It was him. It was her. It was other nameless faces, souls who die young – lost to addiction, to mothers’ liquor cabinets, and fathers’ guns.
There are no words. No words for this kind of loss, this fragility of life. The strange sense of having so much to say, but not knowing how.