No matter her location, I remain fiercely proud to be what I am and will always be, her daughter.
Death took a lot of things. It changed our relationship. It transformed my future. But one thing that remains, I’m still her daughter.
She is mine and I am hers, no matter her escape to eternity or our separation. I am still her daughter.
I am her daughter.
Grief and death cannot change that definition. Grief and death cannot change our beloved titles of mother and daughter. Those things remain, untouched and indefinite. Some things do not fade, those titles are some of them.
I am her daughter.
The woman she raised, inspired, and pushed to live boldly. The woman who now lives with a mother out of reach but not out of mind, and certainly never out of my heart.
She is my mother. Location doesn’t impact that status. A lack of body and breath does not decompose that beautiful title and the things that it created.
I am her daughter.
Still.
Always.
Forever.
When I am drowning in grief and sinking into the quicksand of loss, I will stand up straight, take a deep breath, and delicately whisper, “I am her daughter!”
I am her daughter. Made in her love and crafted by her unique influence.
I am her daughter. Chosen specifically for her, no matter if we are together or apart.
I am her daughter.
Still.
Always.
Forever.
Whose daughter are you?
xox, Chels
That is so beautiful x
Thank you, Loretta. xox, Chels