After all these years, I can still see you standing there. You, in your blue jeans, with your unruly curls, your lipstick on, nails polished, smelling like Cinnabar.
It is hard for me to imagine that if you were still here, today you would be celebrating your 68th birthday. Time stands still and I remember you forever at 49.
Time hadn’t etched many lines in your face and your eyes were clear and bright. The hand that only ever got to feel Morgan, when she kicked in my 8 month pregnant belly, was steady and bore no signs of age spots. Before sickness took it’s toll, you were energetic and vivacious!
I don’t question why anymore, as I trust God’s timing in all things, but oh, mother, how I still miss you!
My heart still aches with grief sometimes and yes, the tears still fall, but not nearly as often. There are so many things I would love to be able to share with you and I can’t count the times I still desire your wise counsel and advice.
Until heaven, I must be content with memories, so I am eternally grateful and immensely blessed to have a million good ones with you.
Feeling highly favored to have called you mine,