Dear Mom,
I made it through yesterday, March 5, 2022. I only got weepy a few times. It wasn’t an easy feat, considering how the urge to let despair wash over me hovered on the edge of my thoughts. But I did it, and just as happened last year… the world did not end.
Yes, I know it’s okay to cry. It’s even most healthy to let it out. In fact, as I write this message to you today, March 6, I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
The difference today, 366 days after, is
And I wish you were still here with me, but I can hear your voice in my head saying, ‘If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. And if turnips were watches, I’d have one by my side.’
To that, may I add…
If Moms and Dads were fields of green with bright colored flowers, then their children would spend their days giggling and chasing the Flutterbys, flitting about for hours and hours.
And if those Flutterbys are made of…
I love you, Mom.
Lavinia Williams
12/01/1940 - 03/05/2021
I made it through yesterday, March 5, 2022. I only got weepy a few times. It wasn’t an easy feat, considering how the urge to let despair wash over me hovered on the edge of my thoughts. But I did it, and just as happened last year… the world did not end.
Yes, I know it’s okay to cry. It’s even most healthy to let it out. In fact, as I write this message to you today, March 6, I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks.
The difference today, 366 days after, is
- I KNOW they will stop falling, and I will go on.
- I KNOW that the sun will still shine.
- I KNOW the moon will rise, and the stars will shine above me.
- I KNOW you miss me as much as I miss you.
- I KNOW you are with me in my memories and in my mannerisms.
- I KNOW you continue to encourage me to chase my dreams and live Today because Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed.
- I KNOW you are with me, always.
- I KNOW these things, and yet my heart still hurts.
And I wish you were still here with me, but I can hear your voice in my head saying, ‘If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. And if turnips were watches, I’d have one by my side.’
To that, may I add…
If Moms and Dads were fields of green with bright colored flowers, then their children would spend their days giggling and chasing the Flutterbys, flitting about for hours and hours.
And if those Flutterbys are made of…
- smatterings of stardust-eternal,
- love-unconditional,
- encouragement-never-wavering,
- protection-unbridled, and
- the essence-never-ending of those who have loved us and left us to cross the thin veil between the here and the now…
- to remind us to live in the here and the now,
- to keep loving, and
- to keep moving forward even when the headwinds are strong
I love you, Mom.
Lavinia Williams
12/01/1940 - 03/05/2021