My mother is gone. Cancer took her from us. Her absence is crippling. Her presence is beautiful. You see, she’s gone, yet she’s still here…
She is here in my daughters passion for baking. She’s here in her smile, her laugh and her warm spirit.
She is here in my constant drive to be the best mother I can me. She is here in my soul, reminding me to pursue my dreams and make her proud.
She is here in my son, with his love of cuddles and mommy time. She is here in his constant mention of her name and the lasting impression she left on his heart.
She is here in the daily visits the cardinals make, chirping and radiating warmth and beauty.
She is here in my husband, in his strength, his love, and his dedication to our family. I look at him and often see her.
She is here in my dad. Guiding him to be the most involved grandfather he’s ever been. Guiding him to live a meaningful life full of moments she’ll miss.
She is here in my sister and the stunning resemblance she possesses. As a child I was envious of this. Now, I’m thankful for it so I can see my mother through her.
She is here in the stories people tell, the pictures people share, and the memories that so many people speak of.
She is here in the clouds, in the beautiful sunsets, in the surprising rainbows, and the cotton candy skies.
She is here in the songs that come on and speak right to my heart and soul, especially in moments of grief.
She is here. We can’t see her, but she’s here. In spirit, in my heart and all around.
She’s here, just as she promised she’d be.
