An angel in the shape of my Mom
I have had so much anxiety about today. I have felt it building as this day grew closer and closer. It’s an inexplicable feeling I don’t wish upon any one. I went to bed last night remembering how 3 years ago when I woke up we were going to have to have our final goodbyes. My cheeks burning with tears just as they did that night and many, many days after. Just as they are today.
So much I haven’t been able to share with you. So much advice I haven’t been able to get. So many back and forths over trivial things no one seemed to care about but us. So much love, hugs, and Skype chats my kids and I have missed out on.
I’ve been doing my best to make sure they remember and know their Granny. (Charlotte seems to have a strong connection to you and your likes.) 💕
So today as everyone else remembers those who have fought and fallen for our country, I can’t think of any one else but you.
“You were an angel in the shape of my Mum.
You got to see the person that I have become.
Spread your wings.
And I know that when God took you back he said Hallelujah, You’re home.”