You’ve been gone 5 years now. Sometimes it feels like 500 years. Sometimes it feels like 5 minutes. I still think about you all the time and am amazed that life is still happening without you. Because I used to wonder how it would.
I would love to know if you can see us where you are. Did you see we met Oprah? Can you see how grown up Hannah is? Were you cheering when I got my job? Do you laugh when I say things you used to say? I think so.
I still want to talk to you about things all the time.
I still want to come to your house to hide out and bury myself in quilts on your couch.
I still want to hear your voice telling me I’m doing the right thing and that I will figure it out.
I still want to call and ask what you’re doing …and if you want to go to Target.
I still want to see Hannah sitting next to you while you read her a book.
I still want to lie in bed with you while we laugh our heads off about a thing we think is hilarious.
I still want to go on walks with you and ponder why people don’t see things like we do.
I still want my very-best-always-in-my-corner-and-knew-what-I-was-talking-about-friend.
Hannah tells me from time to time, “Grandma was such a sweet grandma.” And you were a sweet mom, too. We were so lucky to have you. I hope you know that. I think you do.
Happy Birthday Mom!