Mom's been gone for 2 years. It's so weird. I wish I could talk to her--but the mom from the before times. We lost her way before we lost her. But today I am being gentle with myself, and I am going to watch hers and my favorite movie this afternoon: What a Way to Go.
I had a good laugh realizing that this movie is about DEATH and THERAPY. So fitting.
This is my favorite photo of mom:
This is my favorite fashion look of mom's:
This is the last photo I took of us together:
This is the last photo I took of her alive (yes, I have photos of her dead, but I won't share those. Just know they are beautiful):
I hope she sends me some sort of sign to let me know that she is ok, free of pain, and at peace.
