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  • Dear Mom,

    Today is Mother's Day. The first one without you. You left this earth a mere 71 days ago. How I miss you! In ways I can't even begin to articulate.

    We always had flowers and a rose garden when we were growing up. You took such pride in caring for them and seeing them grow and bloom. Their beauty and aroma gave you so much joy!. Now when I see a beautiful rose, I see more than the rose. I see you. Now I always make sure to stop and smell them. Inhaling their scent.

    Classical music, organ music, an integral part of your life. The minor and major scales transport me to various moments in time. I see you, picture you, playing the organ in church. And then, a jolting memory that beckons me quickly to reality: Sue singing Ave Maria at your Memorial Service. Her voice reminded me of yours.There was not a dry eye in the church.You would have loved it!

    When I chop vegetables for dinner, I can never quite get it as perfect and precise as you did. We often joked about it but you were truly a human cuisinart!

    Little unexpected moments pop up throughout the day that trigger a memory of you; a snapshot of a moment in time.

    Mourning doves broke the loud stillness within seconds after you left this earth. Now their mournful cry conjures up that moment in time. Forever imprinted on my brain.

    I realize, too late, that often I never fully appreciated you. I was so caught up in my own life and sagas. Things that I thought mattered were really simply just so truly insignificant. Now there are so many things I would love to say, to share with you. No more.

    I know you're in a better place. No longer trapped in the painful shell of your body.... yet now there's a hole in my heart. I miss you dearly .

    Eternal love,

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