“Everyone grieves in different ways. For some, it could take longer or shorter. I do know it never disappears. An ember still smolders inside me. Most days, I don’t notice it, but, out of the blue, it’ll flare to life.”
- Maria V. Snyder
Dear ma,
I miss your warmth. I miss your smile. I miss your cooking. I miss hearing the sound of your voice be it loud or soft. I miss the touch of your hand in mine. I miss taking care of you. I miss lying next to you and telling you about my day, my hopes, my dreams and my thoughts. I miss the diiferent ways you show your love for me.
Above all, I miss you. I miss your mere presence in my life.
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