I mean, I’m supposed to be a writer and all that.
But words just aren’t adequate Mom.
If I had a chance to bring you back I wouldn’t. Because I know where you are and I know you are BALLING.
But I miss you.
Your warmth. Your wisdom. Your friendship. Your smile. Your ability to make everyone know that they matter. Your hugs.
And then I miss your voice…
I still speed dial your number subconsciously. Then i smh at myself and hang up.
I miss calling you when I’m driving home at night and telling you silly jokes just so i’ll hear you laugh whilst you keep me company until i get in.
It hurts that my babies will never get to meet my darling Angel Aisha in the flesh. But I am convinced they’ll be with you in heaven before they’re born here, so I won’t be surprised if they remind me of you.
Sigh…who am i gonna call when I feel far from who I’m supposed to be???
I’d do anything to feel your arms around me as you pray for me whenever I’m home.
But i have to say, Thank you for introducing me to Jesus all those years ago: He’s been pretty great to me since you’ve been away. Even when I don’t feel like talking to Him.
I love you my darling.