that grief is like the ocean, the tides
coming in and out.
There are days that are so hard, I feel
the crushing weight of the loss of you.
days when I laugh, I feel great,
I look forward to the future.
Then there are days,
things can make me cry. The scent of your perfume
makes me long for you.
I hope I will be to my children what you are to me.
I hope that when I face death, I can say I lived
with no regrets.
I hope that I make you proud.
I hope that my children will never
forget you.
I hope that in times of crisis, sadness, grief, I will
I hope that in times of crisis, sadness, grief, I will
never lose my faith.
I hope that I will be everything that you raised me to be.
Mom, I love you. I miss you.
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