Dear Momma,
I miss you. Alot. In three days time it will be the 3 year anniversary of your death. For the past week, maybe even two, it's felt like a countdown. Everyday I flash back to three years ago, and what we were doing that day, how you were feeling. Today three years ago was the last time a got to speak with you before you died, before you were too deep in a coma like state. You were awake, but your speech was muffled and sounded clouded. We had a hard time understanding you but knew you were telling us you loved us and not to worry. We all gathered around you and said our goodbyes, and hugged and kissed you. I said to you "Mom I want to have adventures like you did, and every thing I will be in honor of you".
We took our last family photo that day. But it isn't a pleasant photo to look upon, our tear streaked cheeks and blotchy faces. Your cheeks hollow and skin pale, but your smile still the bright joyful smile of the woman who raised me. You constantly amazed me, and even on that sad day when you were in pain and dying you gave us as much of yourself as possible. You put a real smile on your face for us to cherish. Even if we look scared and sad, your bright personality is still there for us to cherish. We love you Mom, and we miss you...
