Acceptance comes slowly, the heart heals gradually but I miss you with an ache that will not ease up. I dream about you, I wake and for a bright, silvery instant I have forgotten. Then I remember and for that moment, I can't breathe, again.
Your number is still in my phone, your email in my contacts. Your Birthday notification popped up on my Facebook page to remind me that yesterday would have been your 72nd Birthday. As if I could forget. Never.
You are still my kindred spirit. You are the guiding voice in my ear, the finest part of me is you.
Letitia Ann Ellsworth 11/10/1942 - 11/11/2013
I love you, Mother. I miss you, always.