It’s me. It’s been a year since you passed. Today is a year since your memorial service. I cannot believe it has been a whole year. A year since I saw you, hugged you, heard your voice. I play your voice mails often so I can hear you tell me you love me and laugh at some of the other messages.
I don’t really remember the day of your memorial service. I know we used the plants from Patsy, I know the ladies at the church helped out. I know that Dad was there with Michael. I know that I spoke or read things at the service. But I do not really remember anything other than that. I know that Dad came up to live with us after that, and that he spent most of the night crying and telling me things about his life that I never know before.
I miss you so very much, but I think you would be proud of me. I am finally through with the deep profound grief. You know I still miss you, every day. But I am not so sad anymore. I am smiling, laughing, dancing and am even joyful. I know you would not want me to just shrivel up. I know you want me to be happy because it is you who taught me that your life is bigger than any one event of person. I was listening when you taught me things Mom.
I tried to take care of Dad as best as I could. I am sorry about Michael and how he turned out. I know that you liked him and that you were happy that I had finally found the man of my dreams. But he wasn’t Mom. But I know you know that. While he did help take care of Dad, that cannot undo the terrible other things he did. And all the fights he caused while Dad was here. I didn’t know how to stop him.
I envision you and Dad as wonderful, beautiful rays of light and energy, zipping and and playing around, being so joyful. I imagine you guys being mischievous and playful. I imagine you riding on the wings of dragon flies, and being the light for a firefly. I know that you are just as magic now as you were when alive. And you were magic Mom. Pure, magic and love. If I am even half the human being, half the woman, half the mother that you were, I will be happy.
A year. I have missed you every day, and that will continue. But I know that you want me to be happy. And I am. But it has been hard to get to the point to be happy without you guys, it has been hard working through the grief. And Michael didn’t make it any easier. It’s been easier and I have been happier since he has been out of my life. Him leaving is the reason why I was finally able to focus on y life and get over through the grief finally.
And finally Mom, I am ready to move forward. I am happy and am ready to start my life in this new normal. I am ready Mom. But I will never be used to a life without you guys, so you have to be around. You still have to give me signs now and then. And please, show up in my dreams. I love seeing you in my dreams, because hen I can still hear you, see you, touch you, hug you. I love those dreams. I wake up so happy.
I want you to know that it was my honor and privilege to take care of you, to be there, to hold your hand when you passed. The time we spent together was precious. You were and are the best mother ever. I love you so, so very much. And always will.