Randie
It's September 2020, it's been five year's. I miss my mom. I miss hugging her and feeling so tall. I miss how she would look at camm and just say, he's so much like you!!! I have so many questions, I wish I had asked. I miss her. Her voice, smell, her touch, I miss everything about her. But I know she's around. I have taught the boys, the frogs on our window at night is grandma just checking in, watching. The moon, is her saying good night. Sunrise, is her saying good morning! Cardinals, she's just dropping in to say hello. When your heart gives a little tug, she's giving you a hug. When you hear the leaves rustle next to you, she's walking with you. That first raindrop that falls on your face, is her gentle touch. A pretty flower, she's okay. I miss her stew. I miss her deviled eggs and baked chicken. I miss staring at her face and looking at her scar on her eye, wondering where she got it from. I hope she is ok looking down at all of us and Knowing we're ok. I hope she knows she's loved and missed.
