Mother

Early on in this journey, a dear friend remarked that it must be hard not to have my Mother to share her understanding of my feelings and fear’s about what is going on. Little girls share their hearts with their mothers in a way that not only brings understanding but comfort and love as well. It is true, not having my mother to hold my hand during this process does bring sadness.

We shared final goodbyes to Mother on Sunday, with a delightful reception filled with family and friends, who came to share stories, laughter, and love in her honor. She would have loved the day! 

I have been blessed with many supportive women who have lifted me up along my journey in life. Not only for now but along the tales of time. I am fortunate to have my big sister, who I know would move mountains to ensure my safety and care. I have been blessed by cherished women who have taught, nurtured, mentored, and loved me along the way. These are the arms and love that surround me now and my heart trusts that Mother is resting her hand upon shoulders of those whose arms comfort me and is touching these hearts in love. 

My heart aches for you daily and I will miss you always. I am who you raised me to be and I know whose I am. This season will pass, life will go on, and as it does I trust you and daddy will continue to bless me with your forever love and I take great comfort in this. ❤️ Rest easy now, precious, you have done well.