7 years


Dear mom, 

7 years or 2555 days without you.

I use to write to you each year, even if you are each day on my mind and I miss you so much. 

As hard as these 6 months had been, I cried the most, even feeling some kind of relief. 

I understood what being powerful really meant and how I survived your loss, without feeling like I was broken all the time. 

I'm far from being perfect, I don't chase this anymore, I look at all my flows and I like this vulnerability. 

Grandma died in the same day as you did and maybe your loss prepared me to deal with this pain. 

I feel that with each people I lose I'm getting more scars. 

I've felt this pain for so long, I just want to live now, freely. 

I miss you and I love you. 





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